<rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title>Score - vo.rs</title><link>https://vo.rs/tags/score/</link><description>Latest from the Score desk at vo.rs.</description><generator>Hugo -- gohugo.io</generator><language>en</language><copyright>This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial 4.0 International License.</copyright><lastBuildDate>Sun, 22 Sep 2024 12:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://vo.rs/tags/score/" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Score: Radley Metzger's Witty, Grown-Up Eros</title><link>https://vo.rs/screen/score-radley-metzgers-witty-grown-up-eros/</link><description>&lt;p&gt;Radley Metzger is the most misfiled director in American cinema. Shelve him under adult film and you lose what made him singular; treat him as a straight art-house auteur and you have to explain away his subject matter. The truth is that Metzger built a small, immaculate body of work in the 1960s and 70s that took frank sexual material and dressed it in the production values, wit and formal control of European art cinema — jet-set locations, elegant widescreen photography, dialogue that crackles like a stage comedy. &lt;em&gt;Score&lt;/em&gt;, from 1974, is the clearest demonstration of what he was doing, because it strips the glamour back to a single house and four people and lets you watch the machinery work.&lt;/p&gt;</description><pubDate>Sun, 22 Sep 2024 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate></item></channel></rss>