Death in Love
I wish I could talk intelligently about Death in Love, but I can’t. I only saw the first five minutes, which had some of the sickest stuff I’ve ever seen in a movie. Not knowing how long this would go on, I left. To be fair, I ran into some people coming out and they said they liked it, so either the movie got better or we didn’t share the same tastes. But if you’re sensitive to explicit sex or vividly graphic blood or how the two unite in twisted sexual perversion, skip this movie, at least the first five minutes of it.
That happens at Sundance sometimes. They like movies on the edge. It’s just that their edge is a lot farther from the middle than mine.
That happens at Sundance sometimes. They like movies on the edge. It’s just that their edge is a lot farther from the middle than mine.
Labels: Boaz Yakin