Those seeking standard elements like plot, story arcs and character development should look elsewhere. Except for the large ornate tats on most of the cast this obsessively artsy film could have come from the French New Wave Movement of the 1960s -'70s. Narratives were relegated to the back seat in favor of abstract presentations focused on moods, largely via new (at the time) visual concepts.
This emulates most of those components. Sparse dialog; unusually long transitions - as in someone doing a lot of walking with no particular purpose; lenses uncomfortably close to actors; grainy look of bleak sets and mostly-depressed characters within them; random switches from color to B&W; an ending as vague and open to interpretation as a Jackson Pollack painting. All that wrapped around a sprinkling of soft-core moments of sex and nudity, with their erotic value muted by the detached attitudes of the players. Everyone is browsing; nobody's buying. Ultimately more pretentious than entertaining or enlightening.
This emulates most of those components. Sparse dialog; unusually long transitions - as in someone doing a lot of walking with no particular purpose; lenses uncomfortably close to actors; grainy look of bleak sets and mostly-depressed characters within them; random switches from color to B&W; an ending as vague and open to interpretation as a Jackson Pollack painting. All that wrapped around a sprinkling of soft-core moments of sex and nudity, with their erotic value muted by the detached attitudes of the players. Everyone is browsing; nobody's buying. Ultimately more pretentious than entertaining or enlightening.