By Meredith Brody
Last Sunday night, I was floating out from the Pacific Film Archive on the wings of satisfied cinephilia after indulging in my latest guilty pleasure - seeing one of the over-the-top, melodramatic, kitschy, wildly sexual movies of Teuvo Tulio, a Finnish auteur of the Thirties and Forties whose wacky Sirkian black-and-white movies have to be seen to be disbelieved. (One movie remains in the brief series, 1946's The Cross of Love, showing at 6:30 p.m. on December 4th, and descr
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