Films like this just piss me off.
It's not uncommon for stories to have a deeper message the film makers and writers want to relay. Atlus Shrugged, Evangelion, and The Day the Earth Stood Still are all examples of fairly accessible stories with a strong and clear message behind them, often times with characters actually divulging into open debates and/or lectures to let the message sink in. These stories are good because they have a powerful conflict, multi-dimensional characters, and an all-around good story to complement the deeper message.
Anatomy of Hell has none of that.
All it does have is a plot about two people having sex--no, not even that, a gay man being paid to watch a woman do sexual things that range from mundane to downright repulsive. If the actors had any more emotion than a plastic bag, the gross scenes might actually succeed in being moving or powerful, but with dialogue so wooden and unrealistic as this, you find it impossible to care at all about the nameless protagonists.
This might not be too unbearable if the message was powerful and enlightening, but the overwhelming sexism of the movie's moral is so offensive and biased that the viewer may suspect that the writer was not a talented director who made the powerful, if not offensively mean spirited, Fat Girl, but rather a twelve year old girl ranting about how much she hates men after one stood her up for a date.
And this film is, in many ways, more well-known than it should be. With a title like Anatomy of Hell, one hopes for a Dante-esque journey into the inner reaches of hatred, madness, and sin. All we get is the talented director crying about how men are all jerk-wads.