perplexedA lot of people seemed to really like this Harmony Korine film...I loathed it from the start, and it was unbearably long and stupid, relieved only slightly by by mad priest Werner Herzog and his gaggle of flying nuns...
Then suddenly, near the end, I found myself deeply moved by a row of singing eggs. So WTF? It had reduced my brain to a little withered, screaming-for-mercy wasabi pea, then all of a sudden it seemed to be some kind of arcane masterpiece. I really don't know...Maybe it's just my own instability. Perhaps it should be seen, but it's an endurance test for sure.
Doodle time:
