Although I expected to find it irritating (the Cocteau like staginess, the hushed whispering, the Ruizian games except without his Modern unsentimentality, the commonplaces of sex & death & the very au courant prosodizing about the (death of the) cinema), I was very moved by it in the end (the actors' conviction, the director's commitment to his own odd vision, the haunting depiction of need & human incompleteness).
I went to see The German Doctor and ended watching this instead (the movie theatre clerk must have misheard me). I don't know if I would have seen this film otherwise. Anyway I liked its strange atmosphere, peculiar dark/perverted aestheticism, lovely Kate Moran and M83 soundtrack.
Filled with stylistic detours & stabs at prurient profundity, yet so utterly committed to its strange emotional logic that nothing feels out of place. Gonzalez frames the orgy as a meeting place for lost souls, each one seeking a different kind of happy ending.