I generally like stories with sex and violence. It had generous amounts of that. What amazed me was how overpowered I was; how jealous I was; of Cross’s relationship with his wife. How protective I was of it. His girlfriend was a marvelous actress with a heart stopping body. Still, I was angry that she should take his wife’s place. Amid horrific violence, absolutely adult violence, the worst scene for me was watching him talk to that disc jockey and listen to LOVE ME STILL. I have loved that song for decades. Partly because it’s one of Chaka Khan’s lesser known tunes. I thought it would be great. I did not know it would be high among my life’s greatest pleasures.
P.S Yes, I binged it Saturday and Sunday with a nap in between.