THE BLUE HOUR is a sexploitation indie made with an arthouse sensibility. It's virtually indescribable, playing out as episodic and dream-like, and has been dug up from the obscure vaults for modern viewers by the dedicated talents at Vinegar Syndrome. The film follows an ethereal young woman called Tanya as she goes on a bizarre journey of discovery through an avant garde Los Angeles, encountering strippers, sex fiends, lovers, sleazy men, and rampant sex. The fan gets their money's worth with plenty of nudity and the like, while the directorial flourishes lift it above the level of a normal low-grade indie.
Review of The Blue Hour
