Film Review: Death of a Ladies' Man

Death of a Ladies' Man is quietly thought-provoking. One considers the internetworked age we live in, the energy and purpose it seems to provide, the global democratization of opinion in which nobody's opining, as a member of the commentariat, is any less valuable than the next guys, but is never really important anyway. No real connections are made. It's avatar to avatar. Mask to mask. Persona to persona. You get the feeling that if the plug were pulled on the whole Big sheBang, folks would come off the digital sugar badly and end up stuffed cold turkeys, mindless heaps of mindless ness.

Death of a Ladies' Man helps the viewer see the fragility of our connections -- how tenuous and beautiful they are when they are, if they exist at all -- and the need to protect, with what's left of our old frizzled hearts, the glimpses of reality we glean along the way to our inevitable doom at the hands of some Minotaur, totally f*cking clewless. A glimpse that will only matter to the poet..Nada...Nada...Nada...Never More.

Death of a Ladies' Man by Alan Bissett, the novel on which the film is based, is available for a read at Archive.Org.

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