FINALLY! At long last, someone's gotten around to bring some focus to the untold stories of wealthy, narcissistic gay men and the difficulty they have in processing grief and betrayal. Thank goodness all it takes is a weekend jaunt to Paris, a FABULOUS apartment with a view of the Eiffel Tower, some karaoke, and a ride on a ferris wheel to bring closure to a year of emotional agony.
God only knows how the other 99% deal with such emotional baggage. I mean, ferris wheels are few and far between outside of summer carnival season.
Well, if you can't find a ferris wheel, just sell your house, buy a seaside abode and paint!
God, I loathed this film.
God only knows how the other 99% deal with such emotional baggage. I mean, ferris wheels are few and far between outside of summer carnival season.
Well, if you can't find a ferris wheel, just sell your house, buy a seaside abode and paint!
God, I loathed this film.