maggie’s review published on Letterboxd:
what would it be like to walk down a new york city street, unafraid of harm or harassment, unself-conscious, maybe even proud? to be a man, a powerful, attractive man: a predator.
brandon exudes sex. his routine is sex, his thoughts are sex, his words are sex. his entire world is sex, objectification and self-satisfaction that is never quite enough. he isn’t ashamed.
and then his sister is there and she’s nude and sleeping with his boss. she is a sexual being too, but she can’t be, at least she can’t be here because he’s her sister, and brother and sister can’t intersect like this. he’s fine when she’s not around. because when she’s not around women can be objects, but she’s not an object. brandon doesn’t feel bad, he doesn’t regret what he’s done: but the shame comes from neglect, from selfishness and unfulfillment thrown in his face.