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So I’ll do this first. I thought; then I found myself in this white rectangle and realized that I had no idea what the hell how to write.
In case the title and poster weren't enough, this extractionwithoutanesthesia of a film is drug-fueled punk violence with noise in black and white.
A frenzy reminiscent of a metallic music video lasting an hour and a quarter, referencing (inevitable Wikipedia quote) "A woman who [...] from her clients, has them do the worst filth and for this she has many feelings of guilt". It is not about a personality rooted in the realm of prostitution but about a completely lonely and abandoned soul that binds itself to the substance to drag its ruinous existence, and to obtain it uses what its mind lost in a black hole makes it believe is the only tool available, that is, her body.
In this environment, it's easy to end up in the wrong hands, and she falls for it after a few minutes of cyclic recounting of her empty days. The truck driver arrives, old, rough, with all the traits of a psychopathic rapist, and he is nothing but that.
At this point, the film has sharpened the blade, ready to pierce the eyes dryly, without a drop of blood, but with a very high magnitude, shaking the skull for an hour. The sound is continuous industrial noise complemented by the constant screams of the victim (and the victims).
In some ways, it's the classic "easy prey" film for those ready to scream about gratuitous scandal for its own sake (even if the acting intensity and some directorial choices are enough to say: wait, wait, calm down a second), and it’s just as easy to find various interpretations, beyond the rot left in our throat (even a possible animalist interpretation related to the deprivation of existence, seen in a sadistic more than critical way).
When classifying becomes evaluating positive and negative elements, the symmetry of the middle star becomes as convenient as it is irresistible, now I really don’t know what to say anymore.
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