Personal affection is not equivalent to professional respect (and vice versa).
Ironically, the most fantastic element of a movie that abides in anime sex magick is a nude Chloë Sevigny on a bed playing Oni on PlayStation 2.
As dire a portrait of the new flesh's digital echoes in the nascent Internet age of 2002 as I can imagine, equal parts condemnation and revelry. The life - suffering, humiliation, even torture - of one person is mere entertainment to another; or, worse yet, white noise waves crashing on an unseen sea.
P.S. Is it just me or does Assayas occasionally abuse the 'fade to black?'