my rating: A handful of interesting stories out of upwards of six-point-seven billion.

what possessed me: Cracka and I were running out of viewing material, so I put in the vote for this over similarly recent award-winning Man on Wire, based on the fact that we can’t already get it on Netflix… for another two weeks. Additionally, I invite headaches.

what i learned: Everyone has a different threshold for their acceptable level of surreality versus grounded narrative. Or, as Cracka put it “There’s only so much of this kooky shit I can put up with.” While I savored just about every disparate morsel of fragmented vagary, my companions longed for a more comprehensible thread to follow. I obsessed over the nebulousness of understanding, and the paradox of intense lonliness in the face of overwhelming possibilities. On the other hand, Cracka and Piopi seemed disappointed and angry respectively, and I fear it may be the last time they let Charlie Kaufman stick a knife in them.

you may also enjoy: Being John Malkovich, Stranger than Fiction, Suzumiya Haruhi no Yuuutsu, attention deficit disorder.

tangential thought: Wouldn’t every movie be better if Keanu Reeves played at least one third of the characters?

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