I can’t wait to effing hate this film…literally drooling in anticipation. Unless, of course, it turns out to be good or half-decent. Which is conceivable, I suppose.
I’m not exactly moist with anticipation for Warner Archives’ forthcoming restored Bluray of Frank Perry‘s Last Summer. I’ve never really liked this effing film, which is basically about impulsive callousness and cruelty among young boomers on Fire Island. Who would kill a seagull? What kind of brute beast would rape a withdrawn, obviously neurotic mouseburger? Adapted by Frank’s then-wife Eleanor Perry…thanks all the same.
