What an exquisite little film if I've ever saw one. My eyes glazed over such a acute philosophical endeavor my mind had been troubling to grasp. The themes, so immensely encompassing in range had me repeatedly view this film for over a span of four years. And I can say that it was worth it.
The many particular (and to some extent peculiar) nuances and degrees of abstractness had conjured up so many responses and feelings that by the end of my 30th viewing I had finally broken down and cried. Dear God, the heavens have indeed bestowed upon humanity a treasure of their making.
I'd like end this review with a quote best befitting this film's absolute poetry:
"Mom, ever blown a dead guy?" -Gangbang Girl #28
