Ben Hozie directs Peter Vack, Julia Fox and Keith Poulson in this New York indie drama about a lonely loser who begins to stalk the dominatrix cam girl he thinks he has made a real connection with.
In a world of creepy flakes, maybe some men are the least worst out of a bad bunch. That’s the sum up of 80 minute’s worth of runtime. I think. For example – so much more could have been made out of the online gambling addiction subplot. It is a very masturbatory piece of work. I applaud its nudity, drab eroticism, frankness. Yet it feels very much like a film that doesn’t care about its audience. Maybe that’s a good thing? I watched for Julia Fox. Interested in what she did next after her visceral debut in Uncut Gems. Her and Vack put in a pair of brave and open performances. Often separate and exploited by their desires and isolation. There’s equal opportunity nudity. Both genders whack off for nobody in particular’s viewing pleasure. Reminds me of Hal Hartley, early Wong Kar-wai and Whit Stillman. Nowhere near as good as those names at their indie peaks. Yet the cheapness, the detachedness, the guerrilla location work, the drained out humanity. Yeah, it reminded me of the festival gems of yesteryear. It might only be costume jewellery itself, paste and wire, worthless, but at least it is emulating a forgotten mode.
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