Ken Park

When, at the end of the film, the three protagonists dream of Paradise Island, where there is only ever fucking going on, the voice of the creator speaks to us, realizing with a sigh that the film, whose only content is intercourse, masturbation, sexual deviations and dialogues about the these things, will probably feel a bit empty in today's world. And indeed it does. I have nothing against explicitly demonstrated practices, but forgive me ladies - if I want to stare at them like a voyeur, I would rather watch porn. Porn has about the same amount of content, but more details. Ken Park is a classic product of the surface spectacle, which forgets that the real shock does not come from the surface, but from the inside. But this film has no inside. (29.02.2008)

You vile whore, ruin of Babylon. Within the conventions, it’s as extraordinary as asphyxiation masturbation during female tennis (at a Sharapova vs. Azarenka exchange, it’d be over in ten seconds), yet it’s all about the most ordinary things. It somewhat resembles American History X, except here, racism and hate don’t serve as a catalyst—there’s simply no reaction at all. The explicitness of suburban soft porn deepens the omnipresent emptiness, but at the same time, it makes sex the last beautiful thing in the valley of dysfunction and hopelessness. The fourth star is for the winking layer of dark comedy. "Aren't you glad your mom didn't abort you?" (17.10.2022)

If there is an art to filming shit and its aroma, then this film is great art. (25.03.2003)