A film that weaves a tangled web of dreams, hallucinations, flashbacks and mysteries, up until the point it can no longer bear it's own weight, and sort of collapses in on itself in the final 10-15 minutes. But till then is carried by wonderful performances by Kip Pardue, Bijou Phillips and Crispin Glover.
I can't tell you very much about the story without giving too much away, so let's just say that it's one of those movies that lives on making you wonder exactly what the fuck is happening. Is this real? Was that real? Who did that? Did that even really happen?
Those kind of movies are often let downs in the end, because inside we know that no rational answer can be as awesome as the question posed. I was waiting for a letdown at the end, and I was sort of let down, but not enough to take away from the joy that was delivered leading up to that point.
The script is fucked up, and fun, and intricate, and the cast is so very awesome. The gore is wicked fun and the cinematography and direction works so well in conjunction with the story being told.
Forgive the corner The Wizzard Of Gore paints itself into, and instead focus on how pretty the rest of the canvas is and you'll have a joyous time with this film.
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