This is the only film I have literally binned in my life. I confess that I lasted out for the first 40 minutes, skipped scenes and heard snippets of dialogue that seemed so pretentious I wondered why it had ever been made. The first scene promised a good film, and then it jump cuts into two other people related to the female character in the first scene and some dense bisexuality of the man in the scene up for debate. The jungle of futile dialogue defeated my understanding. I tried to concentrate but the heaviness oppressed me, and I skipped a bit to find a scene in total darkness but the same monotonous sounding dialogue. The nudity in the film was justifiable in the first 40 minutes, and I thought Jonathan Goff was courageous enough to not behave as most talented actors do, and hide himself discretely. It was not exploitation and should encourage those cowardly actors with so-called prestigious reputations to not be so politically correct coy.
Review of Twelve Thirty
