really appreciate a lot that Peter Strickland dives into the psychoanalytic meta-verse without any hesitation. this has a high degree of intellectual happy time to me personally, although I can understand that most people might be rather frustrated by what's happening.

sure, you can read it as satire about the art world, their purpose, usage, utilization and exploitation. right beneath that, you'll be able to find a dissection of the artists ego and mannerisms. also, there's more hard-to-understand aspects to it, as this might be quite close to the directors own biography. and finally, film nerds can go on about this being a homage to Greenaway, Argento, Bergman and so on. okay.

but after all this is first and foremost a festivity of psychoanalytic meta theory and its children. from the oedipus dilemma (interwoven with a potshot at capitalism) via oral pleasures and anal characters - it's an all-you-can-eat menu allowing you to dive deep into the greater subconscious of collective dynamics and individual mindsets. Strickland mastered a sweet potpourri of fetishism, perversion and societal flatulences.