Clouds (2020)
This movie suffers from Stage IV meh-lanoma and oh-so-blah-coma.
This movie suffers from Stage IV meh-lanoma and oh-so-blah-coma.
Teddypig’s mood: forget this.
Well, Teddypig appreciates the bared pretty man-flesh and the long, dangling… ahem. So that’s good, right?
It’s a gay film with straight sex scenes, bewildering Southern accents, and very little gay element. Teddypig’s mood: gaybaited.
Oh boy! Flabby pale gay guys having drunken sex!
Teddypig really doesn’t buy the idea that a bloke will willingly commit to a sex-free long-term relationship.
Well, I’ll show this thing the door alright.
Sia thought she would be given a Nobel prize for saving autistic people with this movie, only to throw a fit when people tell her how bad it is.
Why cast people that can’t dance or act in a romantic musical?
There’s too much talking for this to be porn, but the view is really, really nice indeed.