This is about as low as movie making can get. The most penetrating wit is in the fake names of two characters -- Bella Donna and Gresham Law.
Man, this is indescribably bad. "Dreamlike"? Only the kind of dream you might have when you wake up with a horrifying hangover and slip in and out of feverish nightmares filled with morbid and terrifying images.
This has been compared to David Lynch's "Eraserhead" and that comparison raises an interesting point. What, even roughly, does the word "vision" mean when applied to a movie? Lynch seemed to have something in mind when he stitched the awful material of "Eraserhead" together. One thing seemed in some way to lead to another and the result was a disorienting but cohesive whole.
This -- thing -- seems to have been made by someone who decided to cash in on the cachet of Sacher-Masoch's notorious novel and designed not to express the writer/director's conception of the universe and its foibles, in all their ugliness, but simply to rake in the shekels. It seems to have been shot in a friend's house with a hand-held camera and sewn together in somebody's garage. You can do a lot with a low budget and non actors. Lynch managed it, but I'd compare it rather to John Cassavetes' earlier works -- only without the plots.
You want to see a muscle man whacking the backs of some fat lady's thighs with a hair brush? This is your movie.
Man, this is indescribably bad. "Dreamlike"? Only the kind of dream you might have when you wake up with a horrifying hangover and slip in and out of feverish nightmares filled with morbid and terrifying images.
This has been compared to David Lynch's "Eraserhead" and that comparison raises an interesting point. What, even roughly, does the word "vision" mean when applied to a movie? Lynch seemed to have something in mind when he stitched the awful material of "Eraserhead" together. One thing seemed in some way to lead to another and the result was a disorienting but cohesive whole.
This -- thing -- seems to have been made by someone who decided to cash in on the cachet of Sacher-Masoch's notorious novel and designed not to express the writer/director's conception of the universe and its foibles, in all their ugliness, but simply to rake in the shekels. It seems to have been shot in a friend's house with a hand-held camera and sewn together in somebody's garage. You can do a lot with a low budget and non actors. Lynch managed it, but I'd compare it rather to John Cassavetes' earlier works -- only without the plots.
You want to see a muscle man whacking the backs of some fat lady's thighs with a hair brush? This is your movie.