A confession: The cinetrix really kinda wants this affiche. Hell, she'd settle for just seeing The Last Days of Disco again. Her irrational fondness for the mannered Whit Stillman flick stems, no doubt, from having spent her own early 20s as an underpaid cog in publishing, toiling for the Man by day and going out to the Plough or Delux with jmac et al. most nights.
Plus, there is something so joyous and free about the final frames of the film, helped in no small part by the OJays "Love Train," that haunts me to this day. But then you know how I get about pop music in film.
Days has been out of print longer than any of the usual DVD-by-mail suspects have been in business, so if any of you nice people have a less-than-bank-breaking line on a copy, do let me know.
