A middle-aged director, in a personal, creative and financial crisis, launches himself into a destructive spiral of sex, as a balm to calm his anxieties, frustrations and guilt.
An argument that is reminiscent of Bertolucci's Last Tango in Paris. But 2016 is not 1972, nor is Yukisada Bertolucci, nor does Itsuji Itao have the charisma of Marlon Brando.
It is a film evocative of an era and an aesthetic that are not his, thus failing to have the desired impact on the viewer.
For a project that wanted to pay homage to the 45th anniversary of the roman porno period, I can't help noticing that it falls short of desirable expectations.
An argument that is reminiscent of Bertolucci's Last Tango in Paris. But 2016 is not 1972, nor is Yukisada Bertolucci, nor does Itsuji Itao have the charisma of Marlon Brando.
It is a film evocative of an era and an aesthetic that are not his, thus failing to have the desired impact on the viewer.
For a project that wanted to pay homage to the 45th anniversary of the roman porno period, I can't help noticing that it falls short of desirable expectations.
