After reading the rubber head, I felt depressed and breathless. The horror in the film is not just sensory weirdness, but uses metaphors to reflect the inescapable fear in life. The male protagonist seems to be locked in a room and cannot escape. The only exit is death, destruction, crime. He can't get out, surrounded by cages, his mother-in-law is a cage, desire is a cage, and the exit he thought was just another dirty sewer. He thought that by destroying the deformed child, the crystal of sex, he would be free. But he cannot be free. His freedom is only self-redemption, a kind of destruction, a kind of escape. The ugly, happy and primitive prostitute he yearns for is the only redemption in the film that doesn't count.
The reason for fear is because it is like poetry, like music. It's like a tunnel that takes you into another person's nightmare, completely immersive. Many moments are like bridges, recalling the past, although never experienced.
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