The bad boy that set the standard
And now I betray all of womankind, feminism, and my mother by admitting just how freaking much I have loved the movie Palm Springs Weekend for well over 20 years...
Betray - Because my deep, passionate love for bad boy Eric is so, SO WRONG. Yeah, I find the rape stuff hot as FUCK. And the murderous, suicidal, daddy-never-loved-me pity-fest he embarks on just makes me want to LOVE HIM AND FIX HIM AND CHANGE HIMMMMMMM!!!!!
I suppose I can't entirely dismiss the possibility that it's simply about the hair... Which wiggles around when he shakes with rage (which is most of the time.)
And then there's all the kink...
Kink: Man holding woman roughly from behind.
Kink: Driving gloves.
Caps from my ancient, crap-tastic, full-screen VHS transfer (since I can't afford the DVD which seems to be available *FINALLY*.)
Thumbnails below or just go to the gallery HERE
