"Surfing the waves of electric history"
Zapatistas, bike riots, EMF paranoia, Jack Parsons Hollywood occultism, NAFTA, black helicopters......forget The Matrix, THIS may be the actual quintessential end-of-the-90s film. If you're older than 30 and grew up with public access TV and kook zines, you may be like me and feel like you waited your entire life to find this movie.
We are all Lady Hatfield, and everyone can't be taken to Everest.
The levels of schadenfreude in the third act of this movie watching coked out bazillionaires desperately trying to convince the camera crew that they still know how to sniff out legit wine is almost dangerous to the fabric of society. I mean, if we keep seeing Bill Koch giggling embarrassingly in his literal wine dungeon possibly wearing an adult diaper under his pleated khakis, we might stop believing these people are our betters or something.
Not a single person dies, but this might be the scariest horror movie I've ever seen.
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