ohmigod it fucks so hard this is the best remedy for the Electric State affliction.
So gonzo, so campy, such intensity of focus in its reification of itself it bores straight through the wall of fuck-this-is-so-geniusly-dumb into the without of genuine-article sublimity, into psychoanalytic resonances that are so indelible and unmistakeable you almost wonder if they were intentional—almost. Everything you’ve heard about Cage and Travolta (or Cage-as-Travolta and Travolta-as-Cage) is true to levels you might not think possible until you…
