52 First Times - Week 4 - a film with a colour on it's title.

The cinematography is spectacular, the music score is incredible, and Malcolm McDowell eats and leaves no crumbs, but this as a whole left me very cold. I get that it's supposed to be an uncomfortable watch, but what is the point? It revels in shock but doesn't do anything with it. It flirts with saying something profound, and then says nothing at all. It's almost like it's message is "bad people exist, and even if some are rehabilitated, there will always be more, here enjoy watching women being treated like shit without any sort of resolve." I don't know, maybe I wasn't in the right mindset for it, but it just left a sour taste in my mouth, and I won't be in a rush to revisit this again.