A Hole In My Heart Review

A Hole In My Heart
A slobbish gonzo-porn director (Flink) shoots his hardcore grot opus while his son (Almroth) buries himself in his bedroom. Drink flows, moral codes crumble and depravity reaches apocalyptic levels.

by William Thomas |
Published on
Release Date:

14 Jan 2005

Running Time:

98 minutes

Certificate:

18

Original Title:

A Hole In My Heart

Be frayed... Be very frayed. The liberal sympathies of Together seem a distant memory when compared to Moodysson’s latest, a venture into system-shock cinema that views like Salo reshot for the Big Brother era. You don’t so much watch it as survive it.

With unblinking ferocity, we’re thrown into the world of Rickard (Flinck), a slobbish gonzo-porn director shooting his hardcore grot opus while his son (Almroth) buries himself in his bedroom. Drink flows, moral codes crumble and depravity reaches apocalyptic levels. Combusting with abrasive cuts and passive-aggressive sound design, the film stings with the electric dread of watching a snuff movie.

Aficionados of extreme cinema should form a disorderly queue; the curious are politely advised to bring a bucket.
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