More reviews

Here’s a review from Allen Richards at B-Independent that REALLY gets what I was trying to do with this movie.

It’s easy dismiss the hesitant looks of fear and pain in both Frank and Claire as wooden acting, but the low key performances work not just in reinforcing the underlying emotions, but they also function as a counterpoint to Sharpe’s kinetic visual style. The neon lit underworld of SEX MACHINE is awash in blues, reds, and greens. The shots are a barrage of dutch tilts, close-ups, and quick cuts. The result could have been MTV-like, but instead comes off more like the hyper-reality in one of those seedy videogames where players get to be car thieves or thugs.

Here’s a review from Monsters at Play which is a little more hesitant in its praise, except where it comes to Sheridan…

Sheridan Marquardt as Owen, however, is genuinely funny; not because of anything specific he does or says, but because he exudes an obnoxious, nerdy goofiness that tickles my brain.

Sheridan’s obnoxious, nerdy goofiness tickles my brain too…