“This weekend will be epic,” Neal guarantees the hesitant Theresa. “Epic” gets tossed around a great deal in Jerry Stahl’s script, yet the motion picture itself once in a while conveys on that guarantee.
Before long, they’re all gussied up for a night of revelry at Volcano, a red-light club where a baffling pair of monster, conceal eyes on the outside of the building size individuals up and figure out if they’re deserving of passage. Inside the enormous, luxurious structure, outsiders grind on the move floor and an execution craftsman named Xiomara (Kea Ho) enthralls the group in red-cowhide straps and Victoria’s Secret-style holy messenger wings. In the interim, more outsiders in fixation gear rub and entice Neal and his buddies in the VIP range.
It’s the sort of stuff that may have appeared to be titillating and stunning back when “Eyes Wide Shut” returned out in 1999. Presently it just looks edgy and self-evident.