I love this movie so much

Waste of time

Instant Favorite.

An old-fashioned movie made with new-fashioned finesse.

This is a purposefully simple and obvious film, but good. Could it have been more complex or developed? Sure. Did it need to be? I think not. The goals were achieved. The mood was executed appropriately, and the performances were given well enough that additional development, while perhaps useful, was not necessary to the objective.Do we need to know why the little girl is attracted to dead things? Not really, unless you're doing a psyche profile on her. For dramatic purposes, it is simply enough to note that she has a life long relationship to it. In fact, in this case there is even a romanticism & perhaps myth centering around her obsession, such that overly defining how it came about would defeat its allure. That allure is what the film is embracing, the allure of necrophilia being more than just a sexual fetish, involving perhaps all four of the principal characters, the girl, her boyfriend, her mentor, & even the custodian, all of whom have varied, & uniquely unnatural fascinations with the subject.The story is direct, & it drives straight to the point without delay, & its characters all have a purpose & design, which conclude fittingly, even including the girl's undertaker mentor, who gets a glimpse into her truth at the end & leaves speechless, knowing all too well what is really happening, just as his custodian knows too well the truth of him.Anyway, onto the question everybody needs answered. Is this arousing? Well, in any well adjusted sense, of course the notion of making love to the dead is not supposed to be sexually arousing, but the film is, or at least alluring, if not in a fully sexual way. Truth be told, there is something arousing about this film, even if it's only arousing to the subject of necrophilia in a voyeuristic way. In short, it's not arousing such that it makes you want to go hump a corpse, but it does make you want to watch her do it. As such, the film is a success at pushing the artistic envelop. To understand the level of difficulty in achieving something like this, one need only reflect on how impossible it would be to make an equally enticing story about any other abominable fetish, like fecophilia. Sounds pretty tough doesn't it? A great deal of the success in making this story alluring was in how it was presented & by whom, & I mean specifically the well played performance given by the celestially beautiful Molly Parker, whose every square inch of freckled majesty I worship, so much so that I too would hang myself, sooner than look away from her glorious visage, or turn away from hearing the hushed tones of her sweet & transcendent voiceI would feel myself bask in her radiance, even if it were a movie wherein she only sat at a bus stop & read from the phone book. I'll watch anything that woman is in, & in this case, I felt I spent my time wisely.

This story is about a lonely and twisted lady who has a fascination with dead people--so much so that she gets a job in a mortuary. However, she is not just fascinated but stimulated by the dead and begins to have her way with them. When she meets a seemingly nice guy who cares about her, she cannot give of herself to him...as he's alive. So, in a bizarre twist, he makes himself more attractive to her in a very sick but supposedly romantic finale. The acting is decent and the film is technically well done...but very, very unsettling and grotesque. Years ago, I saw this film and was hesitant to ever review it--after all, I'd hate my friends to know I've seen this! Plus, I tried very, very hard to erase the film from my memory because I regretted seeing such a sick and thoroughly nasty film--with almost nothing to recommend it. After all, the film glorifies and romanticizes necrophilia--yes, necrophilia (that's doing the nasty with dead folks for you less informed readers). If Lynne Stopkewich and Angus Fraser had made a movie glorifying pedophiles or serial rapists would people have praised it?! Probably not...or at least they wouldn't have done so publicly...after all, these are nasty and illegal. So, why, then, praise necrophilia?! It's illegal (in most but not all places) and really, really gross...yet to some, it's romantic or compelling?! Why not, then, make films about urophilics (people who like to tinkle on others for gratification) or copraphilics (people who like to defecate on others for gratification)?! By the way, if you notice I am using euphemisms and talking around things, IMDb won't allow certain key words in its reviews.The fact that people actually LIKED this film disturbs me more than the fact that the film was made in the first place.

Maybe the greatest achievement of the film is that it was able to deal with an subject such as necrophilia without falling into tastelessness. It's easy getting horrified at the idea of people being sexually attracted for corpses, but the relationship of mankind with death (That primigenial and fascinating fear) can go that far and, if you think of it, it goes way far beyond . If you are not willing to get into any reflexions about how the dead are treated, you may fell uneasy about the film. The contrast between Sandra and the other people manipulating bodies (the teachers, the embalmer) is rather eloquent.But what I personally liked the best about it is how it figures relationships, elucidating the insane need of one not having the other have its own and private corner, the need of forcing the other to share it, and the woe that comes from not being able to stand it. In this line, necrophilia becomes just an excuse.

Film lovers: Please don't pay too much attention to the Marco Devilboy review of this unusual film. I can understand someone not enjoying KISSED because it deals with a supremely unappetizing subject. But then it quietly, delicately opens up that subject (and the characters involved) and wraps the viewer in an embrace that becomes both irresistible and horrifying. The movie works. When I first saw it, it introduced me to a young actress I have since followed and never seen give a bad performance: Molly Parker. Peter Outerbridge is wonderful, too. Recalling this film now, several years after first watching it, such a rush of thoughts and feelings come back to me that I will probably have to see it once again. If you are willing to go somewhere you never imagined you would find yourself--and then deal with what you discover there--KISSED is not to missed.