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Year:	2010
Country of origin:	USA / France
Director:	Gregg Araki
Genre:	Sex and sci-fi weirdity
Starring:	Thomas Dekker, Haley Bennett, Chris Zylka, Roxane Mesquida, Juno Temple
Rating:	3/5
IMDB link:	http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1523483/
Tagline:	No tagline
Favourite line:	"The guy sounds like a fucking asstard."

Labelled a quirky sci-fi drama, an odd mix, which is fitting.
This is an odd film.

The plot:
Smith is a slightly confused individual.
He’s started college, and is sharing a dorm with a muscle bound Lothario called Thor.
Smith quite fancies Thor, even though he’s dumb as nuts, but his best friend Stella thinks he’s an idiot to do so. Smith is troubled by a strange dream, in which he sees two women he has never met before, then sees a door with the number 19 on it, behind which, a red wheelie bin.
That is all.
But still he’s troubled by it, especially so when Stella begins to sleep with a woman who looks exactly like one from his dream, Lorelei, who turns out to be a vengeful, jealous witch. Quite literally.
Then, Smith is attacked in the park as he is speaking to the other woman from his dream.
Attacked for no reason he can identify.
Attacked savagely and swiftly.
Attacked by men wearing animal masks.
As I say, Smith is a slightly confused individual.

And, as a viewer, you may well be slightly confused, too.
Mixing sci-fi / fantasy concepts with surreal, otherworldly direction and a score that is best described as sci-fi whimsy, floating away in the background, adding to the confusion, this is one where the creatives behind the scenes are really trying their best to appear right-on.
And not just through genre choice.
Beyond the fantasy element, what we have here is a tale of a bunch of beautiful young things experiencing their sexual awakening. Anything goes in this world, so we have boy-girl, girl-girl, boy-boy, boy-girl-boy, everyone seeming eager to hop into the sack with anything walking past, just so long as they are wearing the right clothes, smell of this season’s fragrance and have the body of an underwear model.
And it gets pretty tiresome.
Otherwise likeable characters let themselves down with their obsession with sex. It’s all they think about and, for good portions, all they talk about.
Go read a book, you silly bastards. Yeah, fuck if you want to but, when it’s done, read a book for Christ’s sake. Don’t sit around ANALysing how fucking groovy and far-out you are, just because you have the ability to stick your dick into any eager orifice or to spread your pussy lips so wide it looks like you’re groin is smiling. How fucking skillful. That must take practice. Go sculpt something, then we can talk, you cum-soaked twatter.
That aside, this is interesting stuff, really engaging, really different and, without the lashings of semen and vaginal lubricant, could have been an absolute belter.