For a few, the allurement to compromise as would be prudent and stretch out any given minute in a novice endeavor to get the opportunity to full length is an overwhelming one. In any case, time tested movie producers depend on assets, enthusiasm and solid coordinated effort to breath life into their story as really as would be prudent. Jon Knautz unquestionably falls in the last classification, and in that respects, Goddess of Love uses its low-spending plan intends further crafting so as to bolster its good fortune a completely claustrophobic and intense film that is grasping all the way.
While Goddess of Love surely isn’t the main autonomous film to handle the subject of mental insecurity in a young lady, the film’s utilization of said flimsiness turns the film from non specific psychodrama to an extreme bad dream. Indeed, even the evident effortlessness of the plot assumes a part in the mayhem that results, offering a cunning turn on the inconsistent storyteller that never feels constrained or invented.