妈妈成了儿子的生日礼物

Trapping a group of characters in a contemporary art installation and slapping thematic tags as trapped existence, perverse sexuality, and life and creation, etc. thereon do not make good cinema. This film is more of a proof that a female director could be no less sadistic in (physically) exploiting her actors, and also that in some respect Japanese sci-fi hentai is far more avant-garde than self-important arthouse films.