"Peggy Ahwesh and Keith Sanborn's free and liberating (as well as liberated) adaptation of Georges Bataille's story 'Le Mort' is the most exciting and accomplished experimental film I've seen in ages. It charts the adventures of a nearly naked heroine who leaves the corpse of her lover in a country house, goes to a bar, and sets into motion a scabrous free-form orgy before returning to the house to die. The film manages to approximate the transgressive poetic prose of Bataille (a mixture of elegance, raunchy defilement, and barbaric splendor) while celebrating female sexual desire without the usual patriarchal-porn trimmings. Equally remarkable for its endlessly inventive sound track and its beautiful black-and-white photography, it already bears the earmarks of an authentic avant-garde classic. The relationship between the visual story-telling, the ornate printed titles, and the occasional voice-over is both subtle and complex, missing tenses and cross-weaving modes of narration with a unique fusion of abandon and rigor."--Jonathan Rosenbaum, Chicago Reader