Shockingly it’s hard to mind. “Going Under” splashes its conceivably hot theme in coolly controlled discourse and a climate of clinical tolerance. From Peter’s helpfully common spouse who scarcely flickers when he declares, “There’s a predominant I’ve been seeing” to Suzanne’s indifferent female mate, the film’s characters show a startling passionate advancement.
Just when this splits does the film feel bona fide; however the chief, Eric Werthman, a rehearsing psychotherapist, presents Peter and Suzanne’s quandary like a contextual investigation from his own particular records as opposed to a genuine, fragile living creature and-blood-and-cuffs relationship. The separation is exacerbated by the film’s eye-straining insides, flooded with red sifted shadows and the incidental flare of pale white substance.