I was intrigued by the poetic title, but its possible meaning proved to be as unfathomable as the movie itself. As far as I could discern, this collection of five short movies seems to be about young people who, in various states of existential crisis, juggle with the concept of sex and death. Such a topic could make an interesting film, but here the chosen form was way too enigmatic and too excruciatingly slow to even remotely make you care for the presented stories and characters, let alone for the possible messages it all might have contained. So whatever the intentions of the maker(s) may have been, it totally eluded my mental grasp!
Another major distraction was the dominance of graphic sex. I'm not a prude, but I think sex in movies (be it mainstream or arthouse) should at least be functional to the story. Here it was all over the place, and too often unnecessarily in your face (like the very first opening scene) or cringing and even unsavory to watch (the one with the two guys making out against a tree). It impressed me as deliberately wanting to be as provocative as possible.
Visually it was all well done, and some of the actors looked at least interesting (like Nicolas Hau). But the almost declamatory way in which they were all made to deliver their (intended) philosophical and profound, but in fact totally incomprehensible lines got more and more annoying. Together with the long pauses, the lingering close-ups and the long empty glances, it all sadly came down to an irritating, uninvolving and over-pretentious bore.
