Title: The posters were the best thing
Review: about this amazingly pretentious and just plain bad film. For starters, it follows no rhyme, reason or normal logic. Maybe that works in Fellini, but not a grade-C film being touted as sex-heavy. There is nothing sympathetic, really, about any character, and whatever happens, the viewer really remains unimpressed and uninvolved. The acting is OK. Gee! James Spader in a film where he plays someone with weird sexual tastes, or just someone weird, period. THERE'S something different. Was it a love story? Hate story? Both story? It doesn't really matter, because by then you won't care.
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