It was late one lonely night and I was browsing the net for a low budget short film, with enough of a dopamine hit to efficiently send me to sleep. Somehow I came across Making Love and it seemed appropriate; in a particular kind of way. But what unfolded in the following 30 minutes was not what I expected, nor what (I thought) I wanted. I was seeking a simple script that would comfort me in the form of a happy ending. What I received instead, however, was a dark-bordering-sick example of what happens when we lose ourselves in the world of the fantasy. There is a reason many people in this world choose to live in the light, chasing simple pleasures with acceptable outcomes. This tale is not that. This tale will disrupt the innocent viewer and cause them to wonder, 'Who am I and what kind of sick fantasies am I chasing?' If you are happy to have the innocence of your desires violently stripped from you, do proceed. I know I was. Viewer discretion is advised.
