I'll not get those two hours back. Good grief that was awful. The narrative may work in a book, but, transposed to film, ughhhhh* ghastly. Yes yes yes, genius, yes yes yes, unparalleled, yes yes yes, er, actually, no thanks. Not for me. I think of Plato, the Phaedrus, - and intellect is the pilot of the Soul, and, er, here it's just a pile of hogwash. You can catalogue your life, chronologically, with movies that have imbued, enlightened, inspired and ignited the soul. This goes in the trash recycling.Give me Gasper Noe - Love, over this any day of the week
