Kind of a beautiful mess. And not a hot one. But, still.

Some kind of marvelous. An adult exploration of love and the many challenges of maintaining a relationship for the long run.

As bloated as I recall from a cinema viewing on opening night. Peter Jackson and the Cinema of Excess. There is such a thing as loving too much, especially when it comes to creative endeavors.

Develops into an unsettling portrait of paranoia and the long-term effects of experimenting with drugs. The truest adaptation to film of any work by Philip K. Dick.