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. Unflinching, he looks like a successful young dude, but it’s all a micro-thin fa hiding his terrible sexmonster. Sullivan floats through his life distracted until the next at the same time he can call a prostitute, pick up a random woman at a bar, or sadly masturbate in the bathroom procrastination at work. He manages to keep it all together, keep all the balls in the air, until Sissy (Carey Mulligan) shows up. From there, the gloss begins to crack, and Sullivan’s life–I think you could call it a life–begins to fall apart.
Fassbender positively kills it in this movie. He’s basically playing sex-addict Batman, and he does it exceedingly freaking well. By day he’s a mild mannered, even-keeled philanderer, but by night-time he’s an emotional addict that’s constantly hounded by his addiction. There’s a incident towards the end of the movie where Sullivan is having sex with two prostitutes. The camera pans to his face and zooms in as he climaxes…and it’s paralysing. His face is distorted and disgusted, expressing the frustrations and shame from the dim’s previous 90 minutes, as he succumbs–yet again–to his compulsion. It’s fanatical, way intense. That scene, while easily the most NC-17est part of the movie, might be worth the price of admission.
Source: RVANews