Internet sex, a profitable business.

Some tame Japan and kink exoticism with echoes of nineties cyberpunk and techno culture though ten years later. For being a supposedly cutting edge tech thriller in a multi lingual international high stakes internet business environment it's strangely low tech even for 2002. Paper files and binders, fax machines, secret notes on paper and even websites on paper hardcopies. No emails, barely even mobile phones. A video on DV tape. Still, it's not bad, though lacking. The character developments and the twists keep it interesting but the flow is jerky and so is the editing and most of all the handheld camera. Ultimately it's a pretty well made but generic twistaroo thriller with some nice fragments of soundtrack though the kink and tech elements it's sold for seem like they have been forced into a preexisting script.

Okkkkk ppl killing and torturing eachother over the control of a, and I shit you not, hentai anime studio might be a stretch but I still like the movie, lots of the themes like capitalism, corporate espionage, dark web, human trafficking, sexism, tech bubble.. hentai *cough* are more relevant than ever. Although made in the early 2000'es the cinematography, editing feels actually more like a 70'es thriller, with a few glimpses of film-noir. This all sounds more exciting than the movie actually is but nevertheless I liked it enough.

A 2000’s take on Videodrome, playing up heavily the corporate intrigue and of course early depictions of internet culture. Certainly interesting as a time capsule, and in relation to its obvious inspiration.

First of all: I am an Aesthetic and a Non-Ethical Reviewer. I am not interested in the moral judgment that can be made about pornography. With my action I don't want to scandalize, I don't want to advertise pornography. Indeed, I'd rather never break the aura of intimacy, secrecy, secrecy that surrounds viewing and enjoying X-rated materials. Unraveling the mystery contained in cellophane protection to everyone would mean destroying 90 percent of the aesthetic potential of a porn product. Tommaso Labranca, (Part Three: Unauthorized hagiographies. The celestial Eros is not dead !, p. 51)