My brother: "I absolutely loved the tits as they" My father: "aroused sinful desire in my body" My mother: "which is something that you can never get rid of in your brain". Reminded me of scrambled porn on the TV. I see the foreplay and intercourse leading to orgasm, but where's the shameful feelings afterwards that make you want to leave immediately?
If you can’t talk about love (because you have other way to eat the filth of unspeakable) you can actually show merging corpses in an ideal, universal orgy – a brutal, flesh compound that exposes a vague sense of solidarity that resemble love, but solely in the death-driven, annihilating side.
Jugando entre el deseo inalcanzable del poder pornográfico y la manipulación en extremo táctil del fílmico, PT exacerba la paradoja del cuerpo que no se puede tocar tocando todo. Como una verdadera orgía hecha de found footage, TEC despliega una marea de cuerpos que se funden, se pegan, se mutilan y finalmente se reconstituyen en ese despertar del sueño que nada normaliza porque su sed de transformación es perpetua.
Film as moving, sticky art. A shuddering, scratchy ode to eroticism and lust, as much an exercise in nautical sound design as it is of saucy, eye-watering visuals - creaky boats, seagulls, waves and crickets soundtrack all those winks, lips and zips. Warning: leave plenty of time post-viewing for a stiff head-clearing walk.
Loved it. Great atmosphere created using experimental techniques. Very well used music, could as well stand alone.
This is kind of a film that asks you many, many questions. Answers are deep hidden.
And, apart from everything else... it's beautiful. Just beautiful.
Dreamy, mesmerising... The sound and music are perfectly matched and magnify this hypnotic experience. There's definitely more to it than meets the eye, an exploration of human sexuality and a playful experiment with the film medium itself.