Dark and explicit, 1998's "Don't Let Me Die on a Sunday" is French exploration of deviation and pushing sexual boundaries as a means of relieving life's tedium. It is a disturbing psychological journey of mismatched souls looking for connection, depth, or any kind of intimacy in a post-HIV landscape. While I was certainly inclined to appreciate the controversial nature of the film, it left me somewhat cold. In order for the experience to be truly successful, I felt a greater need to connect with the psyche of its lead characters. Lacking a true understanding of their twistedness and dissatisfaction, the film works primarily as a voyeuristic excursion into an unpleasant realm. Still worth seeing by adventurous adult audiences, the movie should have and could have been a harrowing and wrenching roller-coaster ride into darkness. KGHarris, 8/11.