There's usually something about an excruciatingly bad movie to commend, but not for this one. One possible exception could be the constantly changing fantasyland wardrobing of Swinton. Probably best enjoyed after taking LSD - a lot of it. Those who have found anything entertaining about sitting thru an hour and a half of this nonsensical spew, and paying to do so, must also be able to find entertainment in the unique arrangement and content of sidewalk vomit. No plot. No continuity. Just some pathetic gen z loser with an annoyingly bouncy walk, a constantly raving mental ward escapee, and a few other bizarre characters thrown in to give the appearance of an ensemble.