Literally all you had to do was be nice to this woman’s dead child memorial rabbits. And yet.
An opulent, rich dessert of a romance, tragic and delicious. A fine-dining experience of tender passion and vulgar violence. Exquisitely sensual, emotionally brutal, a game of healing infidelity played right under the nose of the worst guy you know. A baroque painting brought to life in a sea of color, flavor, sweat, and dogshit.
Sometimes you just gotta eat the cock you cooked in the boiling pot of your abuse.
Watching this as an autistic f*ggot really hits different.
A film about heterosexual and neurotypical relationships and the social structures which enforce them taken to their absurd, deadpan extremes. Societal actors reading the social scripts they wrote, fumbling their lines, dead on delivery. Hell really is other people.