"An emotionally sterile and self-serious terminal disease drama without a moment of levity to be found from first frame to last." - Ryan Stewart

It has Maria Bello's breast on screen. That's about the only redeeming quality.

Didn't really know what this was about before I watched it. Mario Bello was good, but the whole movie is just too weird. What the hell was the point of Rufus Sewell's friends?

if you obsess about rainbows and unicorns, then save your time and go elsewhere. Cold and brutal, this is a piece that demonstrates the death of the soul in submission to useless repetition of failed mutuality.

Sort of a kinky thriller, which is to say definitely kinky but only sort of a thriller. Renck, rather than pander to the basest tastes, takes the high road of nonlinearity and disjunction, obliqueness and obscurity, coyness and concealment, and (courtesy of the esteemed cinematographer Christopher Doyle) an unembraceable image of frosty white and frozen blue. Somehow one doubts that the people in real life looked much like Bello, Patric, and Sewell

"All three leads jump into the unseemly material with all the enthusiasm that the promise of "amazing indie cred" can offer."