Easily the worst film I’ve seen this year. Perpetually unnerving without payoff. Characters and themes are grossly underdeveloped. Stylistically weird without much substance.
It gets half a star for its attempts at talking about addiction, love, intimacy, and the nature of being queer. The other half a star is for Drew Starkey’s ass.
Acting was good but they didn’t have a lot to work with. On the whole, a film that lacked purpose, structure, and impactful execution.
And wtf was up with the centipedes
