Horny marketing works. Halina Reijn's Babygirl successfullypositioned a tall glass of milk to be the most erotic drink one could pour down their gullet, and Emerald Fennell's Saltburneventually succumbed to the film's buzz about Barry Keoghan slurping Jacob Elordi's bathwater. From director Mercedes Bryce Morgan and writer Joshua Friedlander, Bone Lake attempts a similar approach: One poster showcases co-lead Andra Nechita in the throes of ecstasy while semi-submerged in a lake full of human skulls, while another features a bloody and deflated blowup sex doll with a knife stabbed through its open mouth. In an increasingly sexless world, any boisterous display of depravity on the silver screen is a win. What's odd is the film's lack of, well, boning. Tease much?

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