Netflix recently released the film 365 Days (2020) onto their streaming service and boy was it a traumatic experience. Based on the book by Blanka Lipinska, the film follows a Polish sales director - Laura - who, after getting kidnapped by a mafia boss, is given one year to fall in love with him. You would be surprised to know that I haven't read the erotic drama this is based on, but if it is half as bad as this film, I will burn all copies that come anywhere near me.
This movie is a prime example of "just because you can make it, doesn't mean you should"; a problem Netflix has stumbled on more than once.
If there was any semblance of a plot, it probably got lost in shoddy editing
What little plot there is is used to drag the film along from one sex scene to the next. The film is little more than an excuse for directors Barbara Bialowas and Tomasz Mandes to objectify women in what pretty much equates to a rape fantasy. If there was any semblance of a plot, it probably got lost in the shoddy editing where missing scenes are glaringly obvious. Characters will refer to events that never actually happened on-screen and they just expect the audience to understand.
The characters are almost as flat and lifeless as their dialogue, which at times barely passes as English. At one point, the leading lady refers to herself as a "bag of potatoes" which, while it is very dumb, I will admit it is inventive. The already ridiculous, and gross, concept that this woman would fall in love with her kidnapper and rapist is made all the more unbelievable by the barren landscape that is the chemistry between them. Not a single character is interesting or engaging in any way and by the end, I had to actually look at the credits to learn what their names were.
Netflix went in with the intentions of making their version of 50 Shades of Grey (2015)
As far as the soundtrack goes, it was probably one of the more amusing aspects of the film. The soundtrack was consistent in how literally all the songs didn't fit the scene they were in, which at times was a saving grace, distracting me from the awful plot.
It is as if Netflix went in with the intentions of making their version of 50 Shades of Grey (2015) and somehow, against all odds, made something much, much worse. That is a feat in and of itself.
Now excuse me while I curl up into a ball and cry until this film is but a faint scar upon my psyche.
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