I doubt many people ever saw Abel Ferrara’s New Rose Hotel (1998), some kind of cyberpunk erotic thriller, starring Christopher Walken, William Dafoe, and Asia Argento. Care to know what cyberpunk is, perhaps? It’s another excuse for soft-core porn. Not that there’s anything wrong with girls getting naked – in this case Argento and a whole slew of anonymous Asian chicks. But shall I just come out and call a spade a spade? This film is bull-shit. The set up is actually interesting enough: two corporate raiders are promised $100 million if they kidnap a top genetic scientist from a rival company; in their ploy the two use an Italian Shinjuku call-girl to seduce the scientist into defecting.
If my initial enthusiasm was tepid, my interest waned fast, as the film grew ever more turgid. What should have been the thrilling dramatic climax, was nothing but dull fizz: the scientist and his new colleagues are killed by a lethal virus. The worst part was that after sitting through this horse manure for an hour, the film literally started repeating itself, tossing random scenes our way from the first two-third, adding more lurid sex for good measure. We learn that Argento’s call girl was never a pawn in the game of the two men, that in fact she seduced Dafoe’s character, and that she carried to information to reprogram the lab’s DNA synthesizer. Blahdeeblah ... yawn ... Can I go now? My popcorn turned stale.
If my initial enthusiasm was tepid, my interest waned fast, as the film grew ever more turgid. What should have been the thrilling dramatic climax, was nothing but dull fizz: the scientist and his new colleagues are killed by a lethal virus. The worst part was that after sitting through this horse manure for an hour, the film literally started repeating itself, tossing random scenes our way from the first two-third, adding more lurid sex for good measure. We learn that Argento’s call girl was never a pawn in the game of the two men, that in fact she seduced Dafoe’s character, and that she carried to information to reprogram the lab’s DNA synthesizer. Blahdeeblah ... yawn ... Can I go now? My popcorn turned stale. 
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