The monotony of sexual/pornographic addiction is shown perfectly by McQueen. One of the most interesting side-effects of our times is constant access/excess. It's hard to say where a person should draw the line any more, and whether the SHAME we feel as traditional boundaries are passed is innate or imagined. Then there are the fantasies that invade our subconscious via porno category searches, the yearning for a sister say (I'm glad my sister isn't Carey Mulligan). Fassbender is my favorite actor working and I'm glad this film didn't fall off with a second viewing. I love to hate what I can see in myself on the silver screen.