This work is a fascinating exploration of modern love relationships, commitment, and psychological function. As a psychologist, from my perspective, the work tells a tale of what you might term "split personalities" of everyday existence, and coping with competing "voices" that have almost a delusional quality, exploring the limits of coherent psychological function. It explores the intricacies of passion, and tells the tale from both a male and female perspective.

The choreography was outstanding, and the direction showed the director's appreciation of contemporary dance's ability to express emotion that cannot be put adequately into words.

The music was carefully selected and composed to lend a very up-to-date feeling, yet the production tells a timeless story of the intricacies and contradictions of sexual relationships and it's place in eroticism and love.

Mr. Yakin's production may well be studied in film academies for it's inventive use of multiple actors to express and exhibit what many experience in their daily lives as discordant internal voices. And his use of dance and mime create a magical atmosphere of human expression.

In order to fully enjoy the work, viewers must allow the work to penetrate on it's own merits.

The work's release during the Covid debacle has prevented the distribution that the work deserves.

I had hope for this. Dance is an extraordinary medium which can be transcendental when done well. It has the potential to convey emotions and be as descriptive as words. But here dance was mostly discarded to prioritize a pseudo-profound text. The result is a chatty movie spending way too much time explaining what it should have shown. Why go for words when you have dancers at hand who have the ability to make us feel through their art? Why substitute their skill with verbose subpar acting? Why go for gilded tirades and give us scarce simple dance routines when you start the movie by saying dancers were chosen because actors wouldn't have been able to dance? Then, you got a bunch of beautiful people capable of exuding sensuality through motion and chose to overexpose them in a catalog of meaningless sex scenes and nudity instead. Why? Nakedness is beautiful and sex is an important part of life, I get it. But here, its exhibition and representation have more in common with fast food than art. It was served at a repetitive pace and if the idea of it seemed alluring at first, it ended up being generic and disposable. I wish the film had tried less to be conceptual and clever and spent more time on choreography. Maybe it would have spared us the frustration of wasted talent and the clumsiness of clunky writing. For a film with dancing at its core, it's a pretty disembodied piece.

Nahh, not for me , its sooo very MIND F$# movie, couldnt understand whats going on... lesbian , gays , orgies and then open relationship.. didnt get anything.

Just a movie about this stupid generation who just like sex like animals n parties.