Bronzed

It is the film of viewer. Who defines it as thriller, dark comedy, ironic to sarcastic portrait of familiar traits of near reality or as absurde story in good performances. It gives not exactly characters but intense cinematography. It propose not a story but a pretext . And a twist who, at the first sigh, is far to be credible. But each scene, the dialogue, the fragile story is invitation to define yourself , using the pieces, the real story. And this is a good thing.

From the very start the film opens with oddity front and center. The engagingly intense performance of Phillips takes care of most of it, but the dialogue and skin removal more that tops it off. From here the tone from that character's side of the film is one of tension and unknown threat, while from the other side it is perky ambivalence. The intensity side is what kept me with it, as I thought the perky side was just too perky and not particularly engaging. It plays out well thanks to the design of the film, use of music, and the continued intensity of Phillips; but when push comes to shove there isn't really enough behind it to make it work. The payoff at the end is also not impacting enough to justify what had gone before, I found it very "huh, that happened' rather than being amused/shocked or anything else by it.

Looks good though, and has that good performance making it work, but there isn't enough here to really impact or stay with the viewer.