Fun Michael Musto column
Fun Michael Musto column touching on Auto Focus ("I'm tripping over my tongue to see it again"), The Rules of Attraction ("brims with split-screen sex, drugs, and suicide—it's my kind of romantic comedy"), Talk to Her ("a tale of sex with the comatose, which was screened the very same day Reese Witherspoon's brother was busted for molesting a sleeping woman"), Swept Away ("actually not awful") and the state of New York nightlife ("But tuck your balls quickly, folks, because though clubs had briefly become dirty and Bob Crane-ish again, the city's already gotten out the whip and the Lysol. Remember the steamy Magnum bashes at the Park? (Lordy, I do.) Well, the same promoters' new Sunday-night event there, the Rambles, is more wink-wink than push-push—like a boulevard comedy in a bordello—but it's still fun, even if the go-go boys can't even show pubes, let alone tripods.").
