The Going Postal movie is a blast because Claire Foy stalks around in a velvet gown as if she were genetically predisposed to being a goth dom meanwhile Richard Coyle is skipping about in his gold suit and silly hat going "If I play this right she'll let me be her sub! Yippee!". Every 20 minutes Charles Dance shows up, serves cunt, and then leaves. David Suchet is there.
















