This psychedelic-erotic thriller starts derailing pretty early on into its runtime, reaching the unavoidable trainwreck by its end (or maybe even before that).

While having a promising premise: a sex worker/delivery guy with the gift of making people see heaven when they orgasm sees himself involved in a murder investigation when his clients start to get murdered in a brutal manner. Hey! The mix of weirdness and conventionalism in the idea seems attractive enough, and even its initial 10-15 minutes are quite entertaining, but as soon as we get into the killings and the subsequent investigation, surprisingly enough, all interest fades away.

Very soon, you find out that this attractive enough plot is only an excuse for writer/director Alex Phillips to use this movie as a vehicle for pointless gore, soft porn, and psychedelic sequences. While the last of these three becomes quite immersive and trippy at some points, those other two elements (with the exception of the gory ending) are quite unremarkable and repetitive.

All these flawed elements become increasingly unbearable by various illogical story turns and above anything else by the awful performances from the entire cast. You could say that this type of bordering to surrealist film could or, even more, should encourage an over-the-top, ridiculous kind of acting, but the truth is that, instead of a voluntary choice, it feels like it is simply as much as we can expect from all actors involved.