Browsing through Red Light Lacuna is
pure schadenfreude, but given that it comprises mostly male subjects, the album offers a sly commentary on the operative strategies of the male gaze.
It's a lovely if prosaic short, better than anything Allers, late of Open Season, has done in features, but I kind of resented the cowardly pan up from the Dr. Zhivago / McCabe & Mrs. Miller money shot (especially with Allers» teary 30 - second intro preparing us for worse), and for
pure schadenfreude, you still can't beat the TV version where Rudy Huxtable freezes to death.