a banger! I think the only actual words Bèatrice Dalle utters in this film is while her husband is sponging the blood of another off of her and she tells him I don’t want to wait. I want to die now. otherwise we hear her grunting/moaning/whimpering/screaming while consuming her lover (victim?). the shot of her finger playing in the flap of skin where blood is pooling out by the clavicle of the boys skin 😵‍💫 so hard to look at and impossible to look away.

Vincent Gallo is creepy as hell (job well done!) and his face reminds me of a 13 y/o boy I babysat in New York (haunting!)

Shane and Coré’s connection is somewhat unclear, other than the fact that they share the same kind of response to lust/desire. For some reason in my memory the film fleshed that out more. I’m still curious but knowing doesn’t feel imperative to accepting the fact of their connection. They seem to some what mirror each other/you really see how “sick” Shane could be in witnessing Coré lose control. 

anyways, Alice Walker has a poem that reads:
Never offer your heart 
to someone who eats hearts
who finds heartmeat
delicious 

but provides no instructions on what to do if you are the heartmeat eater