I paused this to call my drug dealer and the real world was in black & white. This film is like colouring in your eyes with crayons, sticking your head into a tin of Quality Street, setting it on fire while jumping off the roof of your house onto a bouncy castle full of Christina Riccis. What makes my brain hurt more than this film is that one day a movie will come along that makes this look like Herbie, I just hope that I'm there to see it.