Major spoilers for Sharp Objects

I love heat on film. I love watching ugly sweat drip down men’s necks and off their foreheads. I love the way the hot air shimmers, as if a ghost world is flickering in and out of superimposition. I love hearing the cicadas pulse in the trees, tiny pounding hearts with wings. The heat is cloying, sticky; it presses right up against the body, molesting i…

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