It was a good movie. That said, I HATED the people: the f**k-up Freddie AND the magnetic, evil Seymour who is the leader of the cult, the rules of which he makes up as he goes along. Freddie is a damaged drunk whose anger and hate are right on the surface. He rages, fights and destroys. With one exception* he shows no human feelings. Sex is an urgent animal drive, nothing close to loving or tender. He has no moral compass; a purpose would be a foreign incomprehensible notion. Seymour is a charmer, manipulator and user. People willingly give him power over themselves and he takes full advantage. His distain for others is just under the surface. Any challenge to his complete control and it emerges, violent and vulgar. His magnified anger is like Freddie’s. Seymour chooses Fred as his project, mind-f**king him until in the end he is an empty shell, parroting the words of the master to the woman he is having sex with. Not much left of the Freddie we saw two hours ago. This is how cults continue. Members reproduce the evil he's done. Motivation? Seymour sees himself above everyone else and has the right (maybe he sees it as a duty) to control people. Maybe even though they are inferior, he needs them to feed his ego, he needs their worship. Freddie has no purpose in life, isn't even aware of his gaping holes. No one has ever cared about him so he doesn't know about love. He experiences Seymour taking an" interest " (the closest anyone has been to loving him). He's curious, no more.
*an old girlfriend. He shows some vulnerability when it comes to her.