The 1970s were so fucking cool. If I was somehow able to, I’d have raunchy back alley sex with the entire decade. Sure, there’d be a lot of pubic hair, chest hair, and medallions, but goddammit I’d be one satisfied weirdo.
And I can say all that for two reasons. 1) I am a weirdo so I might as well be a satisfied one. 2) I was born in the 70s. Like with a few years to spare too. It wasn’t like I was born on December 30, 1979, I was born in February of 1977. So I existed in the decade I want to make dirty, dirty love to. Continue reading “Rollerball (1975)”