I have a very big problem with this film. Its author mocks adult women with its portrayal of a vulnerable, unsecure and abused female character and I am a male myself. There's rape on the door steps already before entering the bedroom, which the main character sublimates into love. There's toxic and highly competitive corporate white-collar work climate that the female character, portrayed like a Kimmy Schmidt minus the charisma and the smile, must navigate but she constantly mistakes the working place for a mating habitat or a romantic medium, confounds males for trees, plants for men, evening dresses for work attire, even her own 'no' for 'yes'. Thre are constant breadcrumbs left for viewers to see who's who and what leads where, like for instance the used condom on the floor, the confession that the condom was both used and not used, from a man who assesses risk for a living. Since, judging by the place she works, the viewer must think of her as highly educated and long past puberty, the only explanation I came with, for the course of events and the 'story', others may not be necessarily be in agreement with, is that the film is either a mockery dressed up as a horror, a horror dressed up as a mockery or there's a mind behind it, itself troubled, who mistakes itself as creative. A poet armed with the wrong tools, a gardener with pots of weed instead of flowers. The horror atribute of this film refers to its perceived toxicity in viewers like myself. One of those films you watch because you're not smart and don't know better (I admit it) and neither did the filmmaker expect it. From me, even 1 star is undeserved.
