If erotic thrillers are reactionary conduits for our fears about dating and fucking, it’s kinda funny how many of them position shouty and emotionally unregulated men as their heroes. Hey all you secretary-shaking Michael Douglasses, you shower-perving Bruce Willises, you home invading Kevin Bacons: did you ever wonder if you weren’t the part of this that’s scary?
My favourite thing about Sea of Love is the perfect comedy of Pacino’s escalating apologies. I’m sorry I called at 3am; I think…