"Kissin' Cousins" this is not. "The Automatic Hate" takes the almost cutesy incestual premise of the 1960's Elvis musical vehicle and twists it into full force perversion. As off-kilter as it is to consider, what happens between these two long-lost relatives is, given the premise here, anyway, not as unsettling as you may well imagine.
Still, this film ends with a lingering, and haunting, uncertainty. Is this taboo relationship merely an impassioned moment in time? Or is it destined to never entirely be left in the past?
Still, this film ends with a lingering, and haunting, uncertainty. Is this taboo relationship merely an impassioned moment in time? Or is it destined to never entirely be left in the past?