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For these kids, love was non-existent in pretty much every way. Sex was one of the only ways they had of connecting with each other.
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I agree, but that sounds like the definition of a hollow film.
The collection of grotesque storylines (and I'm not using that in an overly-emotional way, btw) gathered together offered little texture, and little interest. The only thread I properly liked was the bloke who lived with his grandparents and gets stressed over Scrabble (we can all relate to THAT one). It was a cool little quirky story, I'd have probably have preferred just to have a film focus purely upon that.
Actually, I also enjoyed that little moment between the pregnant mother and her son where she goes "oh, bump!" as she brushes him with her stomach? THAT was a great moment recognising the inherent sexuality between parents and their kids, WITHOUT it becoming some lame, obvious relationship (as it was with that character's step-dad, which you could see coming a mile off). When you speak of the film being a counter to Hollywood fluff-nonsense, that's the sort of thing where that's actually true.
I got the film, but I thought the premise was too slight and far too sensationalist to make any profound point or impact. I'm glad I saw it, I'm glad it exists, it's good for art to push the boundaries and everything (blah blah), but I don't think it makes for a decent and lasting piece of cinema.