Suicide Room is a dreamy film that wears its heart on its sleeve. Call it melodramatic, call it kitsch, call it a product of its time. Call it the joys of capitalist derangement meeting juvenile tribalism (if you can throw money at it or make fun of it, then "it" is not a problem anymore).
The film is a fairy tale of love that can only exist in an artificial world, and hope that only lies in another lifetime. I appreciated the references to Franz Schubert, Virginia Woolf, Kurt Cobain, Sarah Kane, Yukio Mishima –heroes to the outsiders of an unrelenting world.
