Given the subject matter I'd suggest young people - and perhaps my parents not read the rest of this review. For young people because there's much more titillating stuff out there. That's what google was built for I believe. For my parents - well the rest of this post is just embarrassing...
Oh - and the remainder may contain spoilers. Depending on how you view these things.
This film is part of an IFC midnight series that's having a series of screenings at Central Cinema. Girl and boy are poor but happy. Happy having lots and lots and lots of sex. Which the boy occasionally photographs. Eventually an artistic pornographer finds him and offers him money to share his art. Like in an art gallery vs. on the Internet. So considerably less sleazy - right? I'm sure she'll be fine with it.
The diary part involves him buying a handheld recorder thing into which she sort of narrates every orgasm when he's not around. In detail. Regarding whatever she's fantasizing about at the time. Just in case you were wondering.
I did learn from this film that if you take a bunch of photos of your partner before/after/during sex and then get a big art show where they will be front of center, and you haven't told her, and you're going up to your bedroom to tell her and find her asleep, and it's sort of important to tell her because that night you're all going to the exhibition - when you find her sleeping don't pick up the tape recorder and listen to it. Or if you must do that for heavens sake try to avoid masturbating next to her naked sleeping body only to awaken her by ejaculating on her stomach. Because even though she may previously in the film have found that sort of thing hot, this time, when you can least afford it she'll (in the full spirit of Murphy's Law) be pissed and run off - thus slamming shutting that short but critical window during which you really should be telling her about that upcoming public breach or her trust.
As you may have guessed from above things go wrong. As they always do, however briefly in this sort of story about people being stupidly in love with each other. And therein lies the drama. Otherwise it'd just be really beautiful photography about people having sex. And the Internet doesn't really need any competition there. Or so I'm told.
I did like the movie - mainly for the visual direction and the chemistry between the two leads. At times I could have used subtitles for the strongly accented British English - I do feel I missed at least some of the dialog. On the negative side wasn't that much story between the two - and at times I sort of suspected that things were entering into the mix more for shock/surprise value than anything else. But anything with the line "why are you dressed like a twat?" (not to mention the male lead offhandedly quoting Dr. Dre) has its definite share of charms.
Overall some strong parts and some weak parts. With a better script it would rank higher on the good to great scale. But far from a wasted evening. Though I'll admit the brownie sunday at Central Cinema helped...