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Watched this out of curiosity (John Cale, Nick Cave) - of course, have to admit the title attracted me as well.
This'd look like a Caro - Jeunet produced David Fincher movie that'd be aiming at weak early 80's Jarmusch / Wenders with a twist of cheap (!) Andrew Blake soft porn, affected, fake Wong Kar-wai nonchalance and self-unaware Luhrmann kitsch... Name-dropping tells it all: no personality here.
Probably some of the worst acting ever. Plot and dialogues as convincing as a light- headed, slow-on-the-uptake (and homosexual repressed) teenager's. Vulgar music video effects and cinematography and very self indulgent 90's aesthetics. This movie may tend to embody a widespread, soul-empty kind of cinema that believes - believed even stronger in the 90's -, that form is pretty self sufficient.
Can't even begin to tell how bad this is.
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