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Brutal and ultimately beautiful movie about a girl who uses sex as a way to rebel, to distance herself from her family, and, perhaps, from herself.


Now, as I read that sentence over it could be misconstrued to make the movie sound like some cheesy softporno flick. It's about as far removed from, say, Emmanuel, as you can get. Instead, it exposes the brutality and viciousness of family life and of the pleasures and imprisonment of being the object of male desire.


It goes deep. It's also one of the few films that shows or speaks not only what you may have thought, but also the thoughts you try to hide from yourself.


And Klaus Nomi is on the soundtrack, singing Purcell in a bizarre and exactly right juxtaposition.







And from the same film, the Cold Song written by Purcell and sung by Klaus Nomi