Shallow-minded cruelty-fest. Argento and her cronies are the ones being deceitful by pretending there's something beneath all this shock treatment - other than their underdeveloped worldviews. I feel sorry for the talented Sprouse brothers for being dragged into this celluloid mud. And just look at the moronic comments around mine; all those empty buzzwords like 'provocative' and 'controversial'. I'm out.
I keep a good memory of LeRoy's book and this adaptation is what was supposed to be from a tabloid non-filmmaker, made especially for the delight of her own cinematic persona as actress, invariably the "naughty girl". Resists, however, a gratifying inventory of alternate characters and paths, of an "American" mythology that borders O'Connor's ambiances and Hopper and Van Sant on the road's.
La destruction d'un enfant prisonnier d'une mère psychotique, qui devient comme son image, et qui, paradoxalement, pour survivre, finit par aimer celle qui le détruit. En arrière-plan de cette perversion, des textes religieux sectaires, de ce genre de textes qui vous persuadent que vous êtes condamnés à l'enfer, et qui vous incitent à vous haïr et à détester la vie.
This film is so disturbing and twisted, it isn't just controversial; I am sure that some of the people who were in it regret their involvement. Don't watch it if you are disturbed by scenes of child abuse. But as disturbing and incredibly abusive Argento is as the mom, somehow we wind up rooting for her. That's what makes this shocking film even more twisted.
An obvious improvement over Scarlet Diva, especially from a directing point of view. The writing is little better as well, the only thing is that is way too depressing to actually "enjoy" the movie, but there's no point in denying it's powerful energy. Good watch.