My coming across this 2008 SA'n movie was pure happenstance. I had recently watched 'Veraaiers', 'Skoonheid', 'Black Butterflies' and 'Die Wonderwerker' - all really fabulous movies. So I was very excited to come across another recent 'art' movie from SA. Wow, what a dull posturing piece of pretension. I guess the two leads (throughout), the Alexanders are a married couple (surely not brother & sister?) and they produced this piece. They spent a lot of time and effort getting this movie together... what a shame.
A seemingly shy and dull 25-year old man, who is surprisingly successful at work considering his disinterest with the meeting he is attending, hires a up-market prostitute for 90 minutes. He uses all his time not having sex (she is very appealing, and claims to be a dancer) but endlessly talking. He is very unsexy. So their varied histories are slowly, very slowly, revealed. So from a shallow hiring of a body (he purports to be a virgin, but isn't really, just inexperienced) to the revealing of both of their inner lives - her real name, his circumstances, a kiss on the mouth, changing postures, repeated leavings/returns to the one apartment that occupies 90% of the movie. This is not 'My Dinner with Andre' or a Richard Linklater masterpiece.
And she does not phone him at the end, as per another reviewer, but her mother. His phone rings in the final scene, having FINALLY left, and it is not her but his girlfriend. The movie ends without us knowing if he accepts the call. Cut to black! Gosh - the uncertainty is driving me crazy. Not.
A seemingly shy and dull 25-year old man, who is surprisingly successful at work considering his disinterest with the meeting he is attending, hires a up-market prostitute for 90 minutes. He uses all his time not having sex (she is very appealing, and claims to be a dancer) but endlessly talking. He is very unsexy. So their varied histories are slowly, very slowly, revealed. So from a shallow hiring of a body (he purports to be a virgin, but isn't really, just inexperienced) to the revealing of both of their inner lives - her real name, his circumstances, a kiss on the mouth, changing postures, repeated leavings/returns to the one apartment that occupies 90% of the movie. This is not 'My Dinner with Andre' or a Richard Linklater masterpiece.
And she does not phone him at the end, as per another reviewer, but her mother. His phone rings in the final scene, having FINALLY left, and it is not her but his girlfriend. The movie ends without us knowing if he accepts the call. Cut to black! Gosh - the uncertainty is driving me crazy. Not.