Araki’s the kind of director you’ll either love or hate- he’s from the John Waters school of crudity and sexual morality. When Araki’s good he’ll make a gem of a movie, see The Doom Generation, Kaboom and Mysterious Skin, but this isn’t up to those standards. It’s lacking the wit and biting tongue of an Amy Blue, for example. It’s watchable without being anything more. Oh, and Kelly McDonald is wildly miscast as Mike.
Marks out of ten – Six