This is an extremely well-made film--beautifully written, directed, shot, edited and scored--and from the opening scene we know writer-director Woolcock isn't going to pull any punches. She dives into her characters and situations with a refreshing, unblinking honesty, capturing the natural energy in each type of interaction--sexual, violent, emotional. And the cast is good as well, taking us deep into the characters with them. Newman is especially strong, and we vividly feel Paul's frustration, although when he starts acting out his restlessness the film leaves us in the dust. It suddenly becomes a Fight Club-like underworld trawl, replacing the raw animal-like sex with drug trips and brutal pre-teen boxing matches. Interesting, this freaky shift leaves the film suddenly dull and lifeless. We no longer care about anyone when they so obviously don't care about themselves, or each other. While the sharp script examines ideas of masculinity and romance, it fumbles the ball right when it matters most. This is a real pity, because the film shows a lot of potential. But by the end, we just want to get out of the cinema as soon as we can.