A few weeks ago I decided to shirk some of my home responsibilities by hunkering down on my family’s couch with a cup of scalding hot coffee and a huge slice of cake (chocolate, naturally) to watch what Netflix promised to be one of the more sensual erotic thrillers Australia had to offer in 2011, Jon Hewitt’s X. Sexy Australians running around Sydney hell bent on killing and/or not getting killed; prostitutes trying to get out of the game but getting pulled back in for one last gig? That sounded like a good time to me. I know we all feel hot and cold when it comes to Netflix and their questionable suggestion algorithm, however I was feeling lucky and honestly the DVD really needed to make its way back to my local distribution after three months of gathering dust. So, why not give what would have been considered a conventional Cinemax after-hours sexy time (but since it’s Australian it’s art) a try?