If she's out for black comedy, however, there's too much mysticism involved in her story for the comedy to work as effectively as it should. Well, it's subverted by the movie's stretches of humor. We first meet voice-over narrator Sandra as a withdrawn pubescent. She rubs the little corpses over her body to take the smell home with her. She attends to embalming school.
Matt begins reading obituaries and becomes proactively jealous of the young men who die.
Kissed is at its best in its sly little absurdist touches, which Stopkewich dispenses with panache. One eventually picks up Stopkewich's hint that having intimate contact with a corpse isn't so much an expression of Sandra's sexuality as it is an adult woman's continuation of the little girl's spiritual quest for wisdom in the universe of the dead. But the meld of mysticism and eros never really happens. Stopkewich has challenged herself with evoking the ineffable, and she can't do it either visually or aurally. Stopkewich evokes this by turning on a very bright, very white light above Sandra's head and then whiting out the screen.