This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Electroshock conversion therapy for a gay teen, the attempted burning alive of said teenager, a fucking feeder (!) a deviant judge and semen from every conceivable species - this isn't some snuff VHS that you'd inherit from a dodgy relative - this is MEMOIR OF A SNAIL!
There's definite overlap culturally between what the Aussies find funny and what we do, so I did snort a lot - voice work, no notes.
I'd argue ultimately that the final message is…
Couldn't help but wonder if Charlotte Wells had been inspired by a certain scene in this for AFTERSUN...
"It has no future."
"Great, so there's no risk."
Mann alive. The last decade's reprisal of this movie and its countless chronically online devotees had me convinced that I was in for something truly special, for something grand, sweeping and romantic, when this is barely the case, with vague, chalk outlines of characters and themes over an exhaustive, generally dull two-hour runtime.
Salt in the wound is an underutilised supporting cast - Ciaran Hinds, Justin Theroux, Eddie Marson. Naomie Harris…
