Pink for the Masses

"Pink for the Masses" is a cinematic work that challenges conventions and has seeped into the soul of the viewer. For me, it was a journey through turbulent and ambiguous emotions, where I found that love and obsession were words amplified in an intense portrayal of a relationship. In my view, the deep emotions of the characters are the driving force of this narrative, leading me, as a viewer, to explore the complexity of love and emotional dependency, as if the protagonists, or at least one of them, had the need to feel alive, despite the unhealthy nature of the relationship. The images, at times, were very intense and troubled my sensitivity. However, it was precisely the emotional depth and audacious representation of human relationships that pushed me to reflect deeply. The film, going beyond beliefs, challenged me as a viewer and allowed me to reflect on the concept of love, obsession, and the darkness of relational dynamics. It is a work that has opened my mind to meaningful reflections on the deeper aspects of human relationships.

A chilling Horror to say the least. Within this film, characterized by scenes of violent nudity, fluctuating shots equal to flows of evil energy that wanders in the places of action, we see the Stockholm Syndrome in all its raw obscenity. It is sublimated here, it is made a reason for living. The jailer is not a simple jailer, but a tender lover. The protagonist, without him, would feel lost and abandoned in a world where there seems to be only them. The protagonist has not lived (at least in appearance) a life different from that of many of her peers: she tenderly remembers her father who reassured her (at least in appearance) that for him she was the most important thing. He told her about the barking of the Coyotes in the night, a source of comfort. She evokes a certain nostalgia for parental figures, but violent oxymorons characterize her attitude towards a situation that, apparently, should have brought her peace and serenity. And it is at this point that he comes into play, the jailer, the personification of perversion, which she welcomes as the panacea for all her ills, the love always desired and that she trusts blindly, at any cost. For her, that perverse and distorted relationship represents an ideal, perhaps the only possible ideal. She is his possession, she depends on him and for him and their love would be ready for anything. In this perspective, everything that is clearly diverted and distorted is received with the candor of a child. To the extreme consequences.

I found it very difficult to rate this film. On the one hand, It is a very original attempt at something, skilfully put together, but on the other hand it is very slow-moving, rather like an installation piece at an art gallery.

The main theme, a particular sexual fetish at the masochistic end of the S&M niche, is also hard to get into if one has no connection to such things, and yet the artistry is compelling, rather like Matthew Barney's Cremaster Cycle if anything.

The protagonist - and only person fully seen in the film - is fulfilled by two things in life, the first being an obsession with the colour pink and the second being a man "who knows what she wants". Her poetic voiceover extols her love of these things, dispelling any notion of abuse. And yet there is a darker side, signalled by the camera switching to monochrome and 'found-footage' technique. Just as when reading Sacher Masoch's Venus in Furs, we might accept the milder things undertaken willingly, wilfully, passionately, her love of bondage and mild physical injury, our alarm bells ring at her "accepting her own death".

Structurally, the film needs that edge, the gruesome overtones, the suggestion that her partner is also a predator unable to control certain urges. The film is not, in my opinion, a masterpiece: but it deserves credit for its originality.

I used to be a fan of disturbing movies; I had a couple of DVDs by Fred Vogel and one by Lucifer Valentine (mentioning two directors that this film reminded me of). Over time, my tastes changed, and I sold all my DVDs and VHS tapes. A friend of mine told me about this movie, associating it with Lucifer Valentine's films. In reality, I only watched it because I had some time to spare and was curious. The first thing you notice is that it's an all-pink film: the clothes are pink, the set design is pink, even the flower (beautiful scene) is pink. There's some vomiting here, but the viewing isn't too disturbing. The entire film is narrated by a voice-over representing the girl's voice. The girl (named Pink - of course!) talks about her love for the man she's being filmed by a serial killer who subdues her. Online, they label it as horror-erotic, but it's a mistake to label it so. It's a film without a specific genre, it's more like a 60-minute poem. The ending is certainly gory, but this film actually feels almost like a sick romantic story. The sound design becomes increasingly trippy, as do the visuals. I'm not sure if I fully grasped the story; I don't want to write out the impression I got because I'm afraid of giving spoilers. However, I can say that it moved me, especially when the film starts turning black and white. This movie rattled me; perhaps that's why I liked it. They're making a sequel, so maybe that will help me understand the first one better. Don't be fooled when they compare Pink for the Masses to Lucifer Valentine's films, this is different. First of all, this movie actually has a storyline, and it conveys various emotions. Would I recommend it? It's a niche film, and it might appeal to those who enjoy this genre.

I enjoyed it.

There are many things dripping here. They flow, seep, sometimes manifest themselves with caressing grace, other times through rough brutal acts.

But no, fools, not all can be seen. You must know it. You must be aware that you will be invited to use different eyes. This heartbreaking work will find them, stimulate them with an overwhelming and stunning emotional power.

"Pink for the masses" is a supreme act of absolute devotion. Blind, yet visionary, together. Adjectives whose incompatibility is swept away.

It's her.

It is her who succeeds in this stunning removal.

She who presents us with a new meaning of shocking pink. It leaves marks on you the very moment her skin is violated.

She cuts you.

You only realize it later. And no, fool, don't look at your skin. It's not there that you will find them.