From the first scene Naked poses the question, "Can you handle this?" We follow Johnny, a brilliant masochist who doesn't care about anyone, least of all himself. He trods along London philosophizing and smacking strangers with his forthright sarcasm and wit. Very much in the same vain as Irvine Welsh's Acid House, Naked is a bumpy ride down the sad road of human despair and sadness. It seems to the viewer that each character could be no worse off than he is... but the movie continues. Violent sex totally void of any decent emotion is proof of the complete lack of love of the main male roles in this movie. Sebastian, a psuedo-rich, sick and twisted (and wholly unexplained) character is a poster boy for American Psycho (BretEastonEllis) Each character touches another characters life in an unhealthy yet profound way. To watch each character decompose to their core and then run off crying is to ask yourself the question, "Where am I going?" Mike Leigh allows you to take every character that is laying in the gutter and screaming in rage and offer your hand with a stern caring that is truly genuine.
Review of Naked
