I remember seeing the name of this film about a lot when I was a kid, but never really knowing what exactly it was.
So, in the haze and sleeplessness of sickness, I decided to dive into it.
An odd combination of NYC 50s Noir, Southern Gothic, Psychological Thriller and Cosmic Psychedelia. Completed by Mickey Rourke over acting and relentlessly chain smoking from start to finish.
It's a fun film in places, but ultimately does too much and the supposed…
Like most of Yorgos' films, this is strange and bleakly funny.
Layered up sex, power and violence, it gives women the unbridled power and men are simply there as vapid table decoration.
A fun and interesting film.
A film that I feel should be talked about more.
Part anti-war, part tribute to fatherhood, part-the end of innocence Burroughs-scape.
Terrifying, touching and profoundly sad. A film that throws you into an array of parallel worlds, always making your assumptions U-Turn until it ends with one of the most unexpectedly desolate endings in any film I’ve ever watched.
Unlike anything else, yet an upending of hundreds of familiar tropes.
