“365 Days: This Day” is barely a movie. It is the emotionally bankrupt identity of late capitalism, a brain-dead miasma of choreographed sex and senseless fights driven by greed and violence disguised as passion. The disgust was there on the surface of “365 Days.” But while it’s more vanilla, “365 Days: This Day” is more insidious, as it argues that the end – high-end luxuries, sculpted buttocks – justifies the means – kidnapping, coercion, misogyny. This time, Laura objects. In a way, it’s even worse.

Now playing on Netflix.