Baudelaire1 H

While I do not possess the knowledge of the theater and the concerned works referenced within this movie...once I took the pieces I had and read several explanations to help me piece them together I realized this movie for what it was...an artfully made but dreary bucket of cold ice water and slap to the face designed to send you on a confusing bad acid trip down the road to virtually every living human beings nightmare....limited time...failure and existential dread. Laying bare with cruelty the human minds futile attempt to blot out reality with fantasy platitudes when our friend realizes that he is not special, that he is not "curly" and yet age grinds on and eventually shuffles his whole sad crumbling pity party world right off this mortal coil with the same impersonal yet precise and learned strokes as his own floor mopping. It's beyond tragic.. This type of thought process vs reality dynamic being laid so harshly open is in my mind the reason why mood altering substances are so popular and why so many die at times chasing that high...we are all trying to fly away from the unfeeling grinding fact that one day we...our thoughts...our hopes our dreams and our loved ones (if we have any)will all just cease to exist...speaking of substances I am now going to pour myself many stiff drinks and attempt to forget that I ever peered into this particular nightmarescape..goodnight