Nope.
I think the filmmakers were on acid when they made it. I think the actors were huffing airplane glue. It is next to impossible to understand. Jim Morrison wannabes, Georgie Girl clones (or Is that Tracy Turnblad?). A Bisexual Billionaire, a hard drinking, ex porno actress, wife, polymorphous perversity and some funky psychedelic art.
If you can tell the difference between the dream sequences, the fantasies and the plot, than you are not paying well enough attention. I think it was made to be watched, when the viewer is all f%$^ked up. I am going to DL it to my VCR, or keep it in "I Delete" mode until I can watch it on Absinthe.
A friend of mine, picked up a bottle for me, as a gift, in Spain last month. I should have it this week. I will try and keep some Absinthe soused notes and write a follow up to this review. One that will make a little less sense. While I am at it, maybe I will watch Carnival of Souls, and David Lynch's Dune, as well.
--Motto--
Mens conscia recti
-a Mind concious of what is right.
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