To a drunken sailor, early in the morning??? If you say im a believer youll get a stare of a goat flung in your face, and thats what i feel after struggling in the dark velvet of dark cinematography.
Imagine this happens today, its a couples relationship right on the edge of infinitum due to coronaisolation, the female part wont let the malepart leave the marriage because she thinks that loving you is a dirty job but somebodys got to do it, because love is in vain, and she declaims like robert palmer that shes addicted to love whatever and whenever. So to keep him under control the female drugs her very best friend to keep him at bait, at bait yes, convincing him that she has unbelievable strong evil forces under her wings, that will crush him every time he tries to break out to reach the realms of the male crisis center nearby...and so goes the riddle of this story.
Its really a psychopathetic cat and mouse doing the uncarted race through the roller coaster called love and empathy in a marriage thats become a frenzy of uneven domination, where the trix does the trick, and the doomed does the dirty work, because if the male doesnt do like his dominatrix says , she would awake his fear that she would die in his arms that night, with the message written all over the wall that if you cant hurt me i can hurt myself for you.
This was written by a delirious grumpy old man, demented by the films message, and doesnt know where to go or what to believe after watching. It has though a bloody end you may squirm yourself through insanitys 7 steps to reach.it is a psychedellicquasihorror on the bait, you will love it or just turn it of.
Productionwise its a well made film, the smallcast acts well, but its very crosslegged plotted till you feel the numbness of fatigue, and the story is like some of the most offbeat lyrics by bob dylan or the reality of a khardashian, so will i recommend a view???????????????
