Michael Caine Needs The Money

As hostile as I am to homosexual culture I have observed and experienced, the 1980 Dressed to Kill is nothing more than cheap slasher theatrics for aging leads losing top billing status. The script conveniently confuses, or deliberately combines, disassociative personality disorder with gender identification, and none of the actors do the mental health community any favors. Michael Caine does Cockney tongue in cheek very well in a variety of contexts, but he does not do transvestite, and isn't particularly credible as a man tortured between masculine and lethal feminine sides.

Bad art is worse than sexual identity politics that eclipses the finer aesthetic qualities of culture and civilization, and De Palma really soiled his stronger qualities with a rotten egg.

And yes, I am procrastinating because of the late Nor'easter making everyone and my cat feel ill. We needed the rain in the PA east, and the snow melt near the west, as we are technically in drought condition, but nothing will induce me to venture out, not even the fact that the kids are throwing a tantrum over the fish and shrimp. I ordered their trout, other tastes I know they enjoy more.