"There is no favorable wind for those who do not know where it goes"
Seneca.
meat, much meat. The annual festival on Lake Victoria meets a crowd of kids with no other concern than fun. Meat. Tits party lines, the feast of beautiful bodies and harmonic beauty of the art festival, festival of plastic. Flesh without soul, a masterpiece of pure exteriority. Alexandre Aja
wishes to inform the world (love and sex) has changed since the eighties in this part, from those piranhas and Cameron Dante. Genital sex and urgency of those years in one sex has become rational, routine, where it matters most distant looking to play and appear to be. Then tits, large or small, turgid or flaccid, have acquired, based on fitness, nutrition or silicon, a bland standard size. Those butts "details" have given way to perfect lines that perfection, as all revolves around nothing-bored. The disappearance of genital hair seems to have revealed, along with the parties, all the mysteries of sex. There is talk of him, I want no desire and practiced very little. No meat at this event, lots of meat ... beef blood plastic. Beer instead of wine mouth instead of teeth.
Millions of years of evolution to get to the party of Lake Victoria!
Tons of geological layers, centuries of culture, the resounding victory of reason over myth have all buried deep intuition and every instinct. The world is not new, it has been des-thrilled to death of rationality and logic.
What if an earthquake, earth movement, an inner need to liberate repressed and forgotten in the depths of time? What if the same, for that crack, get back, metaphorically, with the appearance of a monster, a piranha from the Pleistocene, to claim, violently, their place in the constitution of being?
much meat, which crowd splashing at the surface, what a feast for hungry butcher
Jake and Kelly, at least, there are a lot of meat. They intuit an absence.
Derek, the tempter, the porno filmmaker, documentarian of the outside, try to take them to their one-dimensional realm, the form that contains only empty, you want to upload, at all costs, his ship of doom.
Jake attempts to dissuade his beloved and fails. But then Kelly, on his way to be initiated into the cult that intends to Derek, offers resistance, expels the demon began to possess it, it throws up.
Symmetrically, the piranha tasteless penis vomit Derek, with some disgust, as if to get rid of a piece of plastic.
The yacht is sinking Titanic, any hint is no simple coincidence, it is necessary to change the boat.
Meanwhile, on the beach, the bathers are easy prey to the voracious monster that has been released archaic.
A feast of flesh torn. Death on the water.
But water also, as in the beginning, comes life. Red waters of Lake Victoria could mean, after the debacle, a re-birth.
Alexandre Aja knows where.
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