This is my second attempt at doing a review.
Okay, this is a supposedly 'avant garde' film, and if you think of Derek Jarman's early features as 'avant garde', consider them like John Waters but without intentional comedy.
This is absolutely laughable rubbish, and having read that it's likely everyone involved was imbibing and ingesting certain substances, that certainly comes across on the waste of celluloid. It's literally just people doing 'free form' freakouts, that are meant to be expressive and deep and meaningful. Unfortunately this just means that there's a ton of nuddy women and an extremely graphic sequence that lasts forever involving some digits.
The main thing I took from this was concern for the number of children that happened to get in the way of the front of the camera, and thus evidently involved in the production of all the drug-taking and goodness knows what milieu.
We're supposed to be grateful that this 'artiste' had her work preserved because her life 'tragically' ended a few years later as she was a drunk. No, this is utter rubbish and whatever 'arts council' or similarly trendy project that threw the confetti money at her to make this has not changed in the subsequent 50 years.
I've got to add. Her attitude towards women is plainly poisonous. Simultaneously seeing them as sexual objects then wanting them to destroy each other. What a disgusting individual.