Nina Wu

This film does not hold back on unveiling the true face of the film industry, so it's not a pleasant or pretty affair-- but of course, that's not what cinema is about. Film shouldn't be about painting a pretty picture just for the sake of it or just making people feel good without adding a single iota of meaning to it, and this movie knows it. Cinema can be a way to express unpleasant and even downright horrible truths just as much as any other art form; there's no stipulation that the product has to be reassuring or easy to stomach at all. This movie is art in its most violent and distressing form, and I really hope it disturbs the comfortable. That's the fucking point.