I dunno, maybe I'm just not cerebral enough to understand what this movie is trying to tell me. I felt a pretentiousness to the movie, as if I was automatically supposed to know the deeper meaning of the plot, and that those around me in a theater setting would be smirking if I didn't "get it" - but I didn't. It all seemed to be like an inside joke not shared with the rest of us commoners.
Generally, I like, even prefer, offbeat movies that defy the preference of the masses, but this one escaped me.
We have a lesbian couple, (and I only mention that because the moniker is mentioned in the plot) arriving late to a counseling session and gradually descending into chaos, but the entire cast was blankly acting, as if they were reading parts at a cast audition, or that there was supposed to be an air of dark humor mixed in with the horror, but I found neither humor nor any real horror in this movie.
Plus, I had to look up what "dactyl" meant: a metrical foot consisting of one stressed syllable followed by two unstressed syllables or (in Greek and Latin) one long syllable followed by two short syllables. Whatever....
The film noir back-and-white flavor cast a harshness to the movie that prevailed throughout, and to me, served no practical purpose.
I think the "artsier" folks would enjoy this flick, but for me, it was a bit too much talk and not enough substance.
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