What this piece of Sado masochistic twaddle is doing in a National Film festival takes some explaining. Must be a slow year for German cinema. It's competently made and the leads are well built and uninhibited which does work up interest when they get it on briefly but the pointlessly enigmatic complications make attention wander - the Arabian Nights of a maybe whore and a metal sculptor who just happens to have a bondage chair and straight razor.
Played largely in a single setting in square on close-ups this format would take more talent than is wielded here. I didn't like it all that much when Susan Sontag pretended she was a film director with DUET FOR CANNIBALS.
Played largely in a single setting in square on close-ups this format would take more talent than is wielded here. I didn't like it all that much when Susan Sontag pretended she was a film director with DUET FOR CANNIBALS.