Some films can seem good, but are actually very bad and this can all be a matter of detail and how the whole project is executed and treated. B.Monkey is such a film and is bad because of several reasons: Why does Beatrice look like a perfectly made up doll with all lip-gloss and eyeliner after being asleep for TWO DAYS and being sick? Why do they have to have their foto taken right the moment she wakes up? Why does he hold an icecream when looking at the cliffs of dover, while there's not an icecreamkart in sight? I could go on and on. This bugs me so much that I can't take the film seriously anymore, not that there's any reason, because the dialog is completely demented, the sex scenes are pathetic, aaaaaaaargh please I won't go on.
Oh, no, I do want to add this: I hope Jonathan Rhys Meyers cheekbones will grow so big that they crack his skull.
Oh, no, I do want to add this: I hope Jonathan Rhys Meyers cheekbones will grow so big that they crack his skull.