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My favourite, favourite, favourite thing in The Heart Killers is watching Fadel watching Style. Fadel is so far gone, he is so deeply, irreconcilably down the rabbit hole of love with this insane bubblegum pink ferret and the way he just watches him with a combination of confusion, fascination, anger and utter helplessness, either completely in denial of his feelings or, the other devastating option, guard completely down, a puddle of vulnerability watching this care bear on acid with tenderness and love and still that lingering fear and desperation, the way that all plays out on Fadel’s face is just wonderful.
And the kicker is while Fadel is going through this entire journey, you go wide screen to see what he’s seeing and it’s Style, the human equivalent of a runaway hamster in one of those plastic balls, rolling around in a crop top squawking. This. This is your man Fadel. This is your beloved. The court jester jingle jangling his bells and tap dancing. That’s him. That’s the source of your pain and confusion and lust and love and your peril and your desire and your hope and your future. Jingle jangle.