You may not know this but Gene Wilder wrote his own memoir that he titled “Kiss Me Like A Stranger” and I read it… and it was something..
I couldn’t wrap my head around why his memoir had such an unhinged title? But my dad with no hesitation “well yah it’s called that because in his first Hollywood movie he has to kiss a stranger” WOW. Got it.
rewatched this, still very good. But I’m reminded of this past spring at my boyfriend’s grandmas birthday party where I overheard one of his great uncles say “you see the movie Maestro? All lies! I knew Bernstein and I’ll tell yah what, not gay!”
I nearly spit out my wine.
My boyfriend's dad once walked into the room, put this on, fast forwarded 20 minutes, and immediately walked out. Its good.
