One of my guilty pleasures
Look, I know the movie is awful. Really awful. An insipid script, loaded with manipulative cliche after manipulative cliche, utterly predictable plot and music that screams, "We're joking! Don't take this seriously!" Oh, and that deer at the end! I don't know whether to howl with laughter or reach for my shotgun! Come on, now. ..
And yet, I can't stop watching it.
Why?
I know that visually, it is extremely beautiful. The colors are extraordinary and add much to the atmosphere and overall affect of the film. Lots of muted gold and reds contrasted with icy blues and grays -- very effective.
I LOOKS like the 1950's as I remember it, like no other film. It is very "real" in that sense. I feel like I'm there which is very appealing.
But beyond this, I cannot explain my attraction to this film. I'm not gay, by the way and how good Rock Hudson looks means NOTHING to me.
Please share your thoughts along these lines.