Eat Me

A woman hides all her dildos and then decides to end it all by ingesting pills. After she passes out two men break in doing a home invasion. Things get a little weird from here on in.

A well done film which could have easily been a play since everything takes place in one room over the course of one night. It does get pretty crude and sick at times (golden showers, rapes etc.) then switches to people baring their souls, so it is an emotional rollercoaster.

The acting was top notch which really helped the overall dynamic. These are weird characters to pull off and they get the job done. The added bonus was the jazz score as sound effects in crucial scenes like the hammering of piano keys as someone's penis got bit.

You'll either enjoy this one or you'll think its just plain weird but a definite must see.

Just watched a truly unique film, I've really never seen anything like it. A suicidal woman, that has taken a huge number of pills, and close to death, is interrupted by two home intruders. One intruder goes to get some beer and crap, and the other guy takes advantage of the passed out, but not dead woman. She eventually comes around, so basically the intruders have saved her from dying. He does everything to her, including rape, but since she only wants to die, none of this makes any difference to her. The movie now turns into a "My Dinner With Andre" as it turns into a talk fest. This was recommended to me, and I did really enjoy it, although it is one of the weirdest movies I have seen.

This disruptive, provocative flick is structured like a crime-drama - a suicidal single resident, a home intrusion, a violent sexual assault and off we go - but writer/star Jacqueline Wright and the director named Adrian Cruz never let anything settle, never let you feel that you've got it all figured out. They somehow manage to elevate their seemingly simple story and arguably even simpler production values into a multifaceted dissection of morality, power struggles and various implications of sexual deviance. Jacqueline Wright obviously knows which buttons to push, and she pushes them to save her life (or at least her career), but from some blatant dabblings into exploitation territory quite a few interesting thoughts emerge. The interplay between Wright and Brad Carter, who plays the youngest of the intruders, is at times stirring.

This art piece is definitely a drama.

No horror. No mystery. There is some solid Good Girls-ish humor.

And I did not like the movie until more than halfway through its duration.

Even then, the plausibility is unacceptable. The dialogue would be excellent for NOT that situation.

This has to be said before all else; the entire movie when I was looking at Tommy, all I kept seeing was Dee from "It's Always Sunny." That made the whole movie kind of hit in a weird way. I think it really helped with the black humor that was sprinkled throughout tho.

So I'm seeing Sweet Dee and I think "The Gang Find Dee Dead." I laughed and watched as the movie starts out slow. The pacing and the structure of it... It starts with just her laying in bed forever. Spontaneously she gets up and starts grabbing dirty laundry and her suitcase. I thought, she can't be packing to do laundry, she must want she must want to take a trip without ever leaving home, and sleep in the suitcase. Sure enough ... That's when I knew there was going to be some real wtf stuff going on.

This isn't so much a horror film in the way Freddy, Jason or Michael; I feel the darkness and black humor does feel like it is up Art the clowns alley though. M Night used to be able to make good twists, and he could never have dreamt up half the surprises in store for the viewers. This movie will hit you where you least expect it, and I love it. Some of it hit close to home, some of it me made me glad I don't leave me doors unlocked, ever.

If you have your expectations set for it to not be some crazy horror setup, and more in the vein of an emotional rollercoaster, you'll have a memorable time. I defy people to not want to talk about it after watching.