The camera tracks vacancy, moral discontent, death of the sanctity of sex: the anguish of feeling empty inside. Sex and death and the loss of self. Perspective is found in its finale: succumbing to a moral loss of spirit and trading one’s soul by means of depraved prostitute shopping is the ultimate low the film is searching for. A literal expression of inner aching, unrequited desire, and fatigue, the film comments on vulnerability and loss of innocence, a generation of perverts in crisis confused in facing their simple existence to fuck and die. At times, it falls a little bit too much into its own generic classification, using aspects of genre out of ease rather than necessity as a form of expression.
84/100 – Great