Oooops! You dirty little finger! You bad bad dirty uncle! How come you turned suddenly gay?
Well, bad uncle turns suddenly gay, on the exact inverted ratio this film turns operatic, and just plain bad. Do films this bad get still made? Apparently, so. I for one thought that this kind of muddled film-making was something I left behind in the 80's, when I was a kid: the Mediterranean sea, the sky, the sun and the moon, and some adults scattered like scenery moving among the elements for no great purpose.
Some nice candy though - just the next time make the sex scene longer than the mutilated, really cringing Wagner reference, you conceited amateurs! And make it even bigger and larger, in fact take out all footage of psychotherapy sessions and give us some sex, give some to you, too! Someone in this film hates his analyst, or is in need of one, for there is nothing that rings true concerning the analytic situation.
As it is the only reference (someone mentions Sirk - my foot) - are you ready to cringe? - is some sort of delirious "Death in Venice"...gone south, and turned into "Death to Penis".
Oscar Wilde does it again! "All bad poetry is sincere." So, if you feel like a sincere film, or don't have time enough to bring in any psychotherapeutic association, or the Wagner Society to sue the makers of this film, relax and watch it! I have to admit that in the end, when tragedy happens and naked David brings his hands to his face, covering it in convulsions as if in recognition of the tragedy - THAT was so bad it turned me on. Bad, bad, dirty me.
Well, bad uncle turns suddenly gay, on the exact inverted ratio this film turns operatic, and just plain bad. Do films this bad get still made? Apparently, so. I for one thought that this kind of muddled film-making was something I left behind in the 80's, when I was a kid: the Mediterranean sea, the sky, the sun and the moon, and some adults scattered like scenery moving among the elements for no great purpose.
Some nice candy though - just the next time make the sex scene longer than the mutilated, really cringing Wagner reference, you conceited amateurs! And make it even bigger and larger, in fact take out all footage of psychotherapy sessions and give us some sex, give some to you, too! Someone in this film hates his analyst, or is in need of one, for there is nothing that rings true concerning the analytic situation.
As it is the only reference (someone mentions Sirk - my foot) - are you ready to cringe? - is some sort of delirious "Death in Venice"...gone south, and turned into "Death to Penis".
Oscar Wilde does it again! "All bad poetry is sincere." So, if you feel like a sincere film, or don't have time enough to bring in any psychotherapeutic association, or the Wagner Society to sue the makers of this film, relax and watch it! I have to admit that in the end, when tragedy happens and naked David brings his hands to his face, covering it in convulsions as if in recognition of the tragedy - THAT was so bad it turned me on. Bad, bad, dirty me.