on the morning of my death - just after sunrise, and before my spirit had departed, a mysterious figure entered the house. my spirit however, wandering throughout the valley without purpose for many days... on the morning of my death - just after sunrise, and before my spirit had departed... a mysterious figure entered the house. the figure leaned over my body. it cut out my heart and on a chopping board in the kitchen, dissected it into two equal…

uhmm... this movie’s premise leaves me utterly perplexed because it starts off as expected: take a substance, and you’re promised a younger, more beautiful version of yourself. and then it veers into absurdity by giving this new version its own consciousness. why in the world would it have its own mind? i’m supposed to be the one benefitting, yet it creates a separate being entirely, undercutting any illusion of transformation and literally defeating the whole purpose of the movie.

though…