The first half hour is rather a torture, Springbreakers without a sharp S. Watching almost entirely unsympathetic characters partying unsavourily, well. But then it does get interesting, or rather exciting, concerning the only likeable person (and the only at least mediocre actress). A script trick then? Well, maybe I'm reading too much into it, unfortunately the suspense only lasts a quarter of an hour. Not that kind of film after all. But what then? The question marks certainly keep you on the edge of your seat. Another dramatic element only flares up briefly. And yet another is the final chord and rounds off the film to some extent. The overall concept is relatively coherent and not a bad film experience, one about toxic characters, parallel worlds, real feelings, a superficial waste of time, you only live once, but you only live once. After two or three years of enforced diversity, we can slowly draw a small interim conclusion. The numerous female filmmakers who have suddenly come out of nowhere have undoubtedly enriched the cinematic world, even if only by producing a plethora of mediocre films.
Review of How to Have Sex
