Ok, Jean-Paul Sartre takes an eighth of psilocybin mushrooms (
amanita muscaria, perchance), reads
Our Town, and decides to re-write it tripping his Existentialist balls off. This movie rocks! I slept through about 20 minutes of it--not because I was bored, but because I was shagged out--but somehow in my sleep I still paid attention to what was going on, and when I woke up in Chapter 3 I had no trouble following the movie, which exists in a dream-like state anyhow.
Highly recommended.
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