For whatever reason some artists seem to tag sex as a miserable and lonely experience--void of relationship and featuring men as self- centered predators. This is the guts of this film and it plays out the age-old stereotype of fringe-dwellers being miserable in their existence and never capable of forming relationships. The film's mechanics are a pain to view with most scenes occurring at darkest night and within dimly lit domiciles. The film opens and lacks meaningful dialogue for five minutes--underscoring the theme of a lack of a meaningful connection between the stories and the subjects within those stories.
As some reviews noted, the only redemption for the film is its explicit sexual scenes which are packed with agony and angst as participants seem to have a longing for it to be over. This moves the film into seemingly a pornographic creation parading as art.
I strongly disagreed with the story's morality lines which apparently some film festival attendees seem to miss are a sealed judgement on those living alternative lifestyles, but appreciate the mechanisms and symbols used by the artist to express those views.
As some reviews noted, the only redemption for the film is its explicit sexual scenes which are packed with agony and angst as participants seem to have a longing for it to be over. This moves the film into seemingly a pornographic creation parading as art.
I strongly disagreed with the story's morality lines which apparently some film festival attendees seem to miss are a sealed judgement on those living alternative lifestyles, but appreciate the mechanisms and symbols used by the artist to express those views.
