This is not a criticism of the film itself. But it’s striking to me, some 20 years after this was produced, that among all the pontification about the controversy surrounding Ken Russell’s provocative work, what goes conspicuously under-examined is the notion of a parade of mostly elderly men excusing the discomfort of women (often “girls” in their parlance) who were exploited — in both the highest and lowest senses of the term — in the name of ‘art’. Our understanding of consent has come along way since the turn of this century, let alone the early 1970s. ★★★
Cross-posted from Letterboxd