Destricted is not a film. Nor is it porn. It’s both. Or
neither. Or something. I’m not sure quite what it’s trying to be really. It
styles itself as an art-house collection of shorts that explore where
pornography and art meet. It’s very sexually explicit. But it’s not erotic. Not
really.
Notice the short sentences. I haven’t really had time to
digest it yet and all I have is the vague feeling that I’ve just wasted a
couple of hours of my life. Some of the shorts are barely more complex or arty
than simply watching someone masturbate for a few minutes. Death Valley is a
good example of one of those. It’s directed by Sam Taylor-Wood who also directed
Nowhere Boy (Yeah – I bet that surprised you!). A more obvious director for
such a genre
is Gaspar Noé. No prizes for guessing which one he directs though. It’s exactly
the same as Irreversible, right down to the weird background noise and the
strobe lights. It does neglect to include the violent fire extinguisher murder
though so that’s something.
Another of the films is a weird comedy-type thing about Balkan
folk-law that involves various people in ‘traditional’ costume prancing about
with their genitals on display. While it rains. And there’s a bit of animation
there too for good measure.
This is definitely a contender for the weirdest film I’ve seen
this year, if not ever. And it’s got some company. Irreversible, Dogtooth,
Possession, Shortbus – knocks them all out of the park. The only strong
competition I can think of is Missing. Korean cake-rape does class quite highly
on the weird ratings. It makes me slightly long for the sweet innocent days of
thinking Requiem for a Dream was fucked up.
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