"Lust in the Time of Heartache" is a fairly interesting title for this film, given that both elements alluded seem to be more or less vacant from the final product. We don't exactly see much "lust"- the film shows several people flirting half-heartedly, in a manner that suggests they were racing to get finished and collect their paychecks. "Heartache", likewise, isn't really a thing. So what is this nine-minute oddity about? Well, here's a short summary:
-The film opens with a shot of a restuarant with an odd color filter applied, with Davis Aurini's narration starting. The narration at first seems like it might have promise, with Aurini's "God help us all" line foreshadowing an amusing story. However, after the first few seconds the film discharges any hint of levity or self-awareness.
-We see two couples inside the shop making small-talk. The poor sound quality makes their conversations feel like background noise, and the actors seem to barely be present emotionally. The narrator, represented by a man inside the bar, lapses into a soliquiy about how screwed up our ideas of romance are that drones on for about five minutes. After the nameless figure (who I'll call Hat Guy since he wears one for most of the video) leaves, he walks around the city, commenting on the people interacting outside in an unbearably pretentious and almost judgemental tone. It's difficult to care about what's happening for this segment at all.
-Near the five minute mark, Hat Guy passes by a group of sharply dressed men standing up against a wall. The music takes an ominous turn, before the film suddenly turns black and white.
-The men start attacking Hat Guy using various melee weapons, and our chatty protagonist fights back with a pair of daggers. The fight choreography in this half is painfully bad. For some reason, a number of strange sound effects and animated splashes of blood are present, disrupting the neo-noir format that this section is clearly trying to emulate. As the fighting goes on, the narrator continues his spiel, this time turning the subject to a bizarre soliquiy about violence.
-Hat Guy is eventually overwhelmed, disarmed, and incapacitated by a brutal strike to the head. He wakes up later, however, with color returning to the film. The story ends with our hero looking out over a river, and the narrator claiming "The secret to living in this world is simply this: to find something to die for."
The reason I'm not giving this a one-star review is because it's almost somewhat funny. The sudden tonal shifts are enough to make you laugh out loud the first time you see them, and watching a group of grown men "sword-fighting" in a public park is an image that will stick with you for a while. Otherwise, this movie has no reason to exist.
Oh, and the narration? I've said it's pretentious, but here's a few good samples:
> "If you don't know how to love, all you know is hate. Abuser, abused- two sides of the same coin." Well that's an uncomfortable claim.
> "We've become nothing but a bunch of well-dressed apes."
>"The thing I hate most about seeing the powerful abuse the weak is knowing that the weak did something to deserve it." Okay, alone this just sounds like victim-blaming, but the scene it plays over in the film makes it even weirder. What happens is that a homeless(?) man asks a woman for change, and for some reason she starts berating him for not being rich like her. When he calls her a "stupid cow" under his breath, she kicks and hits him with her handbag before leaving. This sequence immediately raises a few questions. How exactly does the homeless dude "deserve" being attacked for a completely harmless insult? (The scene is framed as if he had catcalled her, but that's not what actually happens.) Would a scene in which a homeless women is physically struck for insulting a rich man be shown the same way? Why is a film by a self-proclaimed MRA presenting female-on-male violence as innately justified and okay?
> "Your ancestor is the caveman who triumphed over the others... your ancestor is the caveman who knew how to kill." Or he could be the one who realized that burying human waste means you don't die of disease as often.
> "If pain is weakness leaving the body, maybe heartache is sentimentality leaving the soul."
All in all, LitToH is best described as the story of someone with the talent of Tommy Wiseau trying to be Quentin Tarantino. The resulting film has nothing of substance to say, and not much more capacity to entertain.
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