You know that feeling when a director clearly wants to MAKE A STATEMENT and they….did not make it, quite? Yeah, that.
Okay, let’s just get through this one.
The year is 1976. Dashing and romantic art thief Dorian Red Gloria, codename Eroica, rescues the young supergenius psychic Caesar Gabriel (who is desperately in love with him, of course) from NATO. He’s pursued by the dogged agent Major Klaus Heinz von dem Eberbach to the frozen edges of the earth, where the newfound rivals find themselves stranded and at a stalemate. Forced to bunker down together while waiting for rescue, Dorian realizes that he has far better chemistry with the prickly Major than his unspeakably bland love interest. And thus 40 years of unresolved sexual tension begins in earnest.
Ford’s making bad decisions. It must be Tuesday.
How does the grandaddy of tentacle porn hold up as a SHOCKING, LURID horrorshow?
Not…not that well, actually.
The one with (not quite) all the answers.
Seriously, why aren’t there more cute queer genre flicks?