A film straddling the contemporary teaser culture and the legacy of Germaine Dulac’s visual style, emphasizing absolute freedom in imagery and analogies. Its brisk pace contrasts with sloppy campness, overacting, and sharp reflections on mortality and solitude. The text and voices in the film reflect a struggle for control over bodies and desires, exploring themes of permeability, the tender and pliable nature of the male physique and the satisfaction derived from the erosion of specific bodily boundaries. 　　“Tell me you’re not dangerous simply by being you and not me.” Artist Alex Mirutziu engages in a poetic dialogue with the dominant narrator — the master — of the popular online poppers trainer videos: that is, hypno-like found footage pornographic films made out of hundreds of short clips most often from hardcore porn combined with orders of submission (“listen to your master”, “you’re just a hole”) and the instructions for inhaling poppers (soft vasodilators that relax the muscles). Much like a contemporary Jean Genet, Mirutziu talks to “the master” about love, sexual submission as beatification, the poetics of fluids and art as an excretion of being, occupying the screen with his first person indulged in a thrilling visual violence of the image. (Călin Boto)