Asia Argento, god help her, she sure does try. I mean, damn, is this bitch ever hot, but man, can she ever pull off a great film on her own? The latest efforts from her have been brutal. First “The Keeper,” and now this, a personal project that is pretty damn terrible. The common question many will ask is: What the fuck accent is she using here? Because, Asia, who has a thick Italian accent, attempts (I think) a Southern drawl that constantly wavers in and out from her original accent. And damn is it ever goofy. This woman can brood enough, but she’s shit for accents beyond her Italian one.

Argento’s film comes off like a cartoonish made for TV movie with an abusive mother who feeds her son drugs, this goofy Southern man who whips our young tragicharacter Jeremiah for pissing his pants, and almost endless attempts from Argento to salvage this junk with artsy camera work we’ve seen done time and time again ad nauseum. She continues an almost endless stream of goofy plot elements intent on being dramatic and cruel, when really they’re endlessly cartoonish, and too campy to be taken seriously at all.

Dressing little boys like girls, and the psychotic minister, and the Sprouse brothers proving they’re anything but actors. Argento puts out all the stops in attempts to garner a sense of anti-cultural sentiment with a film that’s endlessly odd, and surreal, but fails miserably, because it has no point. It’s nothing but quasi-art house video store dribble.

I really wanted to love "The Heart is Deceitful...," as opposed to hating it with every inch of my being. Asia Argento's performance is shaky and her accent irritating in what is a piece of hokey cheesy filth, true story or not.

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