A young man sits on a bed in a dilapidated house, looking into the camera of his laptop and trying to convince
an unseen people on the other end that they should pay to watch him pleasure himself and maybe send him a gift if they like it, and on the other end of that online chat, a female reporter does the one thing the young man doesn't expect: ask him about his life.
It's presented as a cheery team - building exercise, and it's clearly symbolic to them, but there's endless discomfort in the scenes where
people act as if it's perfectly normal to pull
on a rope that disappears into inky blackness, with a sense of a monumental
unseen presence
on the
other end.