Vital media text in the pop star handbook. What could be more haunting then your label manager last minute asking you to sing at a charity dinner.

Braid me into the knot of your whip zaddy.
Loved this. Initially impenetrable jargon for a good 15mins but that’s the penance of all period movies really. Like we thought the film was about some cattle moving scheme with different buyers/company’s - boring. My advice would be to actually listen and not eat a weed cookie at the start. But no, not that boring; the film’s true inferno is the pure friction sparked from leather on leather. Horse hind to saddle…