There’s some humour in this movie, but it often feels forced. So too for the drama of the picture. A fabulistic orgy is the setting for a set of archetypes to explore sex, sexuality, reminisce, reveal themselves to one another largely before they ever fuck as the common refrain of the movie goes. There are two Marxist references, both snide, and the “celebration” of sex is the only thing that comes through with any force. One might say love does, but the only one who loves dies. The photography is at first glance beautiful; continue though with the hard blue lighting and a music video/album cover cinematography reveals itself. A strong and dramatic score tries to hide a lot of the movie’s weaknesses.