I fell in love with Kevin Bacon when I was 16. Footloose blew my tiny mind. All that sweaty dancing and teen angst crammed into such tight, high-waisted jeans ... enthralling. (I've always been a low-art girl. Your high-art girl would probably nominate A Clockwork Orange or Annie Hall as her first life-altering cinematic experience, mine were Can't Stop The Music and The... Continue Reading →