Title: Another Waste of Celluloid
Product review: Not since "Funny Games" have a seen a film so devoid of meaning. Perhaps, like earthquakes, these things must come along at regular intervals. Like an itch you can't scratch, Kevin is out of reach of the viewer - and the throttling he deserves cannot be delivered. Perhaps this is why the film appeals to some - a celebration of impotence or some other Freudian concept. As for me, the one positive in it was that I saw it for free. Of course, like "Funny Games", after it was over, I felt the filmmaker owed me for my time. Whatever else you can say about the film, it makes porn seem absolutely artistic by comparison.
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