The drugs, the sex, the humiliation, the murder… just another night in the 1990s, woo-hoo!
If you are looking for a movie equivalent of a MMF romance, this is it, complete with explicit stuff. It’s Argentinian, after all.
The fault in our lungs.
Quentin Tarantino touches himself excitedly while directing this eye-rolling self-congratulatory waste of almost three hours.
This is a lovely Lifetime movie masquerading as something more arty-farty.