I love this movie. It is so beautifully shot and edited and the performances are miraculous. (Cathy Moriarty is he silent scene stealer here.)
And while it lures you into a sense of pure, blissful cinema, I’m not afraid to say . . .I don’t quite understand the point of this film. Is it just, “here’s some stuff about a guy who’s a jerk and a sado-maschist?” Because it seems like so much more, but that’s all I’m really getting. Still, “big shots” over and over as Vicky kicks her heels in the pool in semi-slo-motion. Can’t beat that.
