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Director Dan Zukovic weaves together the bizarre story of a love triangle between an artist, a graphic designer, and their inspiring muse. Viscount Laris is an eccentric, modern-day dandy obsessed by the power of art and visual imagery to shape the behavior and destiny of the individual. Juxta, a striking young cosmetician absorbed by masks, makeup, and false identities, soon falls under Viscount's idiosyncratic influence. Together they plot an elaborate game where they seek to influence the behavior of Ed Smith, a harmless and complacent graphic designer, through a meticulously planned series of staged visual events. Smith himself is unaware that these 'visual events' are manufactured and he soon becomes obsessed by Juxta, the mysterious woman he associates with these 'charged images'. As the game progresses, Viscount's experiments grow sinister and cruel. Juxta, having fallen for Smith, decides to turn the tables on Viscount. She enlists Smith's help and together they plot their ... Written by
Everyday there are a handful of images that stay with us. We see them by accident or design, create them consciously, or unconsciously, some stay with us for a day or two... most are forgot in minutes, seconds.... and of those images, maybe there's one that sticks out beyond all the others... the most powerful image of your life.
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I'm only sorry here to disappoint the reader on whose recommendation I sought what I can only describe as The Room of dark, self-referential movie fiction. That isn't so accurate, since this guy is consciously striving for effect, it's just that the effect is as ridiculous.
The camera and production design are at a basic TV-level of imagination, there is no broader adventure in the eye.
There are a few weird costumes and shots framed around images, but they are as artistic a gesture as passing around flyers for your friend's art gallery.
The main threads in the story revolve around watching, images, and sexual pull to memory, ostensibly the same dark and noirish stuff that Lynch deals in. Robbe-Grillet before him. All of which I like in films. But the thinness of obvious ideas compared to their overstating, the amused wordplay ("I'll pass on being Pasiphae, I don't like bulls or bullish men" "Slink your slickness into the kitchen and get us libations"), the sense of a mere eccentricity pretending aloofness while dressed in pink, it's all so art school-ish for my taste.
Overall, the effect it has on me is like getting a papercut from a book on poetry and thinking I was on dangerous and poetic adventure.
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