Review by Morning.star
Art reflecting life reflecting art reflecting life in a lengthy quasi-Kafka-esque / quasi-Fellini Casanova-esque infinite regress, which, in the end, was neatly summed up in the final few minutes of the film. Sometimes it is difficult to see the lines between depravity, the paradox of hedonism, and the necessity for illumination.
Brilliant or indulgent? I am still torn. The older I get, the less tolerant I am of anything that reproduces, and therefore prolongs, our descent into meaninglessness.
