The Attachment Diaries

Fans of those seamy places where art and smut intersect, this movie is a nasty little treat.

A trashy treat coated in a high-art gloss, “The Attachment Diaries” gleefully kneads melodrama, noir, horror and sexual perversion into a pathological romance between two deeply damaged women.

There's a fearlessness to The Attachment Diaries that sees it power ahead without letting us pause to take a breath, and its determination and originality explode on the screen in something altogether wild

The elegant black-and-white images of Carla’s fragile high heels being buffeted by rain may suggest an oh-so-tasteful art film, but The Attachment Diaries, which is set in 1970s Argentina, is something freakier, trashier and lustier.

Dreary Depravity Noir. And while this odious banquet of lesbian torture porn may not thrill everyone in the audience - there is a distinct compatibility with the mass consciousness homicidal horrors of endless wars those audiences are living through.

The Attachment Diaries is a dark, bizarre mystery thriller that flirts with B-movie status in a way that somehow makes the experience richer than it had any real right to be.

The film’s formal approach is just as dynamic as its storytelling in piquing a sort of curiosity and exploding it in unexpected ways.

A wildly entertaining, gripping, stylish and refreshingly unpredictable thriller.

The Attachment Diaries will keep audiences guessing with a story that covers a number of topical subjects. Despite switching genres with seemingly each changing scene, each moment becomes more suspenseful and meaningful. Amazing performances.



The Attachment Diaries is about as politically charged as any film can get in this day and age, and it does so with an amazing amount of style and pause.