fuck. i wrote a review on this and accidentally refreshed
elegance my flaming dick. this was a huge mound of dogshit.
a film directed by a director as a fuck you to the world on the writings of a depraved mad man who had nothing better to do in prison than write that piece self masturbatory doodoo. no original intention of social critique or allegory. at the very most an exploration of taboo.
that being said. filming, acting, pacing was all excellent.
if i forced myself to see an allegory that last scene of the soldiers dancing and talking of their girlfriends talks of desensitization of the masses. like some of the rural towns of afghanistan where prostitution of teenage boys is ritualized. the people have been steeped in depravity for so long that it is a given just like the soldiers. fuck moral relativity. if you honestly cannot tell me that this kind of shit is wrong you are a piece of shit human being.
the four men as symbols of government, the prostitutes as media, blah blah. still a huge pile of shit
what i dont understand is why the music player prostitute killed herself. if she was overcome with guilt why didnt she do something instead of running away