IQ is a good thing. After watching this film, I feel that it is enough to go shopping at a cat shopping festival.
Different from the soul touch brought by the drug addiction hallucination in "Requiem for a Dream", "Nude Lunch" simply allows you to participate in the hallucination from beginning to end. The strangeness and disgust are incomparable to the former, and the former is majestic and terrifying. The emotional needs of people's sadness are also not expressed by the latter. So metaphor-filled visuals explode in front of you like stomped worms: monster heads growing out of printers, pipes spewing milky indescribable thick fluids from time to time, giant beetle printers, chrysanthemums that talk and suck powder (here We all know chrysanthemums are not flowers) giant bugs and people doing something kids are too young to understand...you shouldn't be a little shyly disappointed not to have intense or lingering sex, because trying to get It takes all the brain cells to understand the storyline.
A rehabilitated drug addict started injecting drugs again under the instigation of his wife and friends, but this time, what he couldn't stop was the dewormer he used to fight insects every day, so he was targeted by the police and fled . A pharmacist gave him a black powder ground with Brazilian black centipede meat to detoxify, but he fell into a deeper conspiracy...
Suddenly found that this movie is very suitable for the rhythm of "The Orcs":
no more pure reality
Degenerate from Human to Half-Insect
I started using the first person
record everything that happened
The morning of waking up in the dream city
any aggression is possible
I revisited with the ancient poison powder
Sing the Soul Overture to Seek Roots
Facing the printer's evil kiss without being turned around
Uphold the cruel truth and embrace the corpse
Let us spy's bones crack
Put away the simplicity of cruel memories and dreams
Let the talent of our code writers not dry up
Rather than being greedy and psychedelic, only for false ups and downs
Stop dreaming about the never-ending irrationality
Let our half-worm souls be pure
Let go of a long-dead lover and return to incompetence
The indistinguishable reality and hallucinations make the hero's crying become the only reality. Even if they can't tell the difference, they will be wandering in their own world. Who can prove that their world is really consistent with the world of others? Be sure that your world is the only and complete one. In the mirror and in the cage, trapped illusions and thoughts, chasing the opposite sex and longing for the same sex, raping the mind and insulting the body, which is more sad.
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