The Canyons isn't a sex film, it's a film about sex, and about our cinematic expectations of sex; this is a world in which the thrill of the act has been lost because everything has become pornography.
Movies that allow us to wallow in a trashy story for a couple of hours can often become a guilty pleasure, and this lurid concoction blends the skills of Easton Ellis and Schrader for an entertaining story of sexual depravity with Hitchcockian overtones.
There is much ... noirish kink and duplicity on hand. But Schrader tries to find the human side of it all, and he scores with Lohan, who taps a vulnerability beneath her dissolution to remind you why she's still a movie star.
...feels like a toxic kiss-off note to Hollywood, and the only thing I'm really wondering about is whether Lohan and Deen (and others involved in the production) are the director's collaborators or victims.
The weathered, wayward but undeniably talented Lohan, the poster child for Hollywood's indulgent lifestyle (frankly, it's sad that at 25 she already appears too old for the part), imbues Tara with a depth not evident in Ellis' script.