The film is nothing more than a rapidly tiresome gag that barely seems to understand the knotty philosophical problems being posited by its lusty fembot heroine.

An obscene, elaborate joke at the expense of the Bush Administration.... It's the trashy midnight weird-out that Grindhouse could have been.

Is this sleaze dressed up as art, or vice-versa? As more and more daring directors opt to push the envelope with similar conversation-provoking pictures, we'll have to let the debate about what could be an emerging cinematic trend continue.

It’s a film to be experienced more than judged and is only recommended for those with adventurous tastes. At the very least, I doubt you'll be bored.

As befits the form, enjoyment of this film will depend almost entirely on one’s appreciation of the substantial anatomical charms of its lead actress.

Just don't mistake it for something classier.

Nothing short of confounding, the film seems to exist in an uneasy limbo between avant-garde brilliance and completely inane abrasiveness.