"life is extreme. its black and white"
nu-age 90s camomile yellow strange sexxual crime play that sits directly inbetween Twin Peaks finishing and New Rose Hotel releasing. Motel shades, Hotel facades, Apartment housecoats, Skyscraper flyovers and Bank Office CRTs. Everything feels closed-circuit. Like its being beamed to 8 inch screens sat ontop of fridges or in the security offices of empty car rental lots.
a film made on waves. quiet threats and angry gun flashes. hot sex silk sheets and grease-toothed grins. Theres something so hotly sleazy about it but still emboldened by some kind of indie lo-key crime solidity, its hard to pin point. the plot is easily the worst bit but it floats along only to be coloured and leavened by its Atmosphere which is soft to the touch if only you can grab it.
look im talkin like an idiot again, mustve meant i liked it