What a profoundly bizarre movie. Like all deliciously odd films it was good right up until the moment it felt it had to draw a “meaning” from the madness.
Why not leave well-enough alone? Tell the story, confuse us all with the gratuitous rotoscoped nudity, mindf**k us and leave us all gaping like addled goldfish at the end. How much would that rule?
True to form, the film actually altered real reality. I left the theatre in a bit of a daze, trying to figure out what exactly I had just witnessed. While I ambled back to the house I found an apartment building that had sprung up from nowhere and an absolutely deserted storefront where only that morning had been a fully functioning souvenir shop. As one of Keanu’s wiser characters stated many years ago, “Strange things are afoot at the Circle K.”