Oddly, the start of this reminded a little me of the final Arthur Lipsett film Strange Codes, panning the walls and stuff. There's no direct connection, but art, symbols, omens, influences.
I've never super gotten into any of Rozz Williams' musical projects, nor am I an expert on his life or death, but if you're somewhat familiar, the film might be kind of hard to watch. There's very obvious imagery pointing to his suicide. I'm not saying that's bad; it doesn't need to hide to express the feelings and agonies.
Further on, there's a sort of slip into negative image, at times almost music video like, everything going to shit. The after smoke that is and isn't there suffocates the…