DCypher has loudly made it known that this is his favorite movie of his own
creation. And it's easy to see why. Filled to the brim with references to
literature from the likes of Thomas Pynchon, Hunter S. Thompson and Jack
Kerouac, it's a shining example of the kind of cerebral smut — or "lit porn," as
DC has coined it — which has long served as his dearest milieu.
It's
also decidedly reminiscent of Larry Clark (the auteur behind Kids and Bully),
painting a neo-realist portrait of a group of nihilistic young vagabonds
drowning their desperation for an escape from their dismal town in a constant
torrent of sex, drugs and rock 'n roll.
The drab, stark imagery here is
striking, and some of the acting is quite terrific, most notably in the cases of
Veronica Jett and Barrett Blade. And that speaks nothing to the sex, which
itself may very well be the hottest in a DCypher feature to date. (A couple of
particular standouts: the coupling of Jett and Masterson, and the g/g with Joli
and Mason.)
We only wish one small, but very crucial thing, from our
point of view, had been decided differently: making the final two words spoken
those of the movie's title. Somehow, it cheapened what felt until that moment
like a sublime ending. But hey, that's a small bone to pick with such an
otherwise audacious effort.
Pre-noms: Best Sex Scene Coupling (Jett
& Masterson), Best All-Girl Sex Scene (Joli and Mason), Best Supporting
Actress (Jett), Best Actor (Blade), Best Packaging, Best Art Direction, Best
Videography (Francois Clousot), Best Screenplay (DCypher), Best Director – Video
(DCypher), Best Video Feature.
