Drugs. Sex. Lies. Debauchery. James McAvoy is a despicable shit starter. Hallucinatory in many parts, the film spirals out of control. WTF was I watching? McAvoy shows it's not easy being bad. It takes a lot of effort and sinister planning to just fuck everyone around him up. Definitely stylish, it is a dizzying spell that is not for the faint of heart. Graphic in its' cinematography and art direction, it is surreal as surreal can get. The imagery can linger in your mind for weeks. Story wise, there is not much to it. McAvoy wants a promotion and in the process fucks up all his competitors in perversion. The film relies more on McAvoy's character as he sinks deeper in psychosis than the plot. But I do love it when characters break the wall and address the audience when they talk to camera. There are twists and turns in the film that makes one exclaim: WHAT THE HELL!!? It's one of those films which you either hate or love. A younger me would definitely fall over this art house film. Unfortunately, drugs and hallucinations lose it's charm once you get older. But to be honest, the film will get a cult following.
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