An entirely obvious addiction metaphor that sees a man addicted to fucking…something…in a box. It’s so unsubtle in fact, that as he’s killing to protect his experience, there’s an interview on tv about drug addiction. The major problem is that the lead character is so incredibly unlikeable from the get-go. This is no descent into addiction and assholery, this is from the jump. Add to this a lurid grimy feel that is more akin to late night Skinemax than Tales From the Crypt, which would’ve still had unlikeable characters, but would’ve made them fun. The only bright spot is some well executed, if very predictable, body horror in the last act.
