REVIEW BY JEREMIAH ROSARIO
A greasy, oily, gyrating - dying - alien writhes to the fantasy of having sex one last time, only except, as a human being. On the surface, that's what Lovesick's about. Going further, from the director herself, Cassandra Sechler expounds
Lovesick is an abstract analysis of idealization, objectification, and the Other; a dark fantasy peering into how we view and explore the complex darkness of human sexuality.
The short is interspersed with glimpses of a mannequin, symbolizing what we assume is the idealization of the human form. We are assaulted with phallic imagery (and associated organs), breasts (or whatever aliens have that resemble breasts) are obsessively massaged, fondled, and smeared upon. Lovesick is an exercise in regret-filled discontent, and an examination of delusion. Apparently, the proverb "The grass is always greener on the other side" is one that rings true even throughout the galaxy. So be happy with yourself. Love yourself as yourself. Slimy alien or not, tentacles or not.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to grab some petroleum jelly and peanut butter, play some Divinyls, turn the lights way down, and follow my own advice.