Bad luck follows Jon Voight’s man-boy hustler like a cloud, and the only kind of love he has ever known - with Dustin Hoffman’s Ratzo – doesn’t even last the film
I’m not one of those people who predict endings, but I am married to someone who is. Our mutual love of film brings out the real me: a chubby teenager with a highlighter, the TV Times and an Augustus Gloop chocolate stash, scheduling movie-watching as if life depended on it. But hearing him murmur “he’s going to die” 10 minutes past the opening credits makes me want to stuff overpriced popcorn into his mouth till he’s picking it out of his nostrils. I’m not totally cruel: I would allow a breathing hole, so we can watch the rest of the film in blissful silence. Luckily, after many years together, a tilt of my right eyebrow is enough to render him speechless.
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