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In Heat, Paul Morrissey provides a backdrop of faded Hollywood for his cast to satirize. While some attention is paid to the faded glamour of old Hollywood and the finale is an obvious parody, Heat is less a tribute to Sunset Boulevard than yet another ode to Joe Dallesandro. Like in Flesh, Trash, and Flesh for Frankenstein, Morrissey’s camera worships the frequently undressed Dallesandro, who is besieged by the sexual attentions of desperate women, but couldn’t care less. He’s on the make, and while sex
