Can I just tell you why none of my review matters? Can I just tell you why my review is absolutely pointless?
Yeah. You read that right. And not just nice sweet innocent sex either. We’re talking ecstasy-induced hungry aggressive angry sex. [...]
I read the rest of the review (major spoiler in the last one third) , and he’s right. None of the rest of that review matters, because the whole time I’m reading I’m thinking, “Yeah, but what about the drugged-up angry ballerina lesbian sex? You can’t just talk about Swan Lake now, monkeyfighter. The world must know.”