A swagger of sophistication in a brief half hour bout of polite bravado-filled pop ingénue that feels like a sex scene so mature in thought and technique, so precise in its aged wisdom and yet raunchy in its glamour, it must have been directed by an unholy matrimony of Nicolas Winding Refn and Tom Ford. Baxter Dury projects personal insecurity with the confidence of a man who can and will hav anyone he wants tonight.
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