Cole Duffy’s review published on Letterboxd:
There is nothing like Cats. You cannot prepare yourself for this film; no alcohol or drug will assist you in journeying through the madness. It is a fucking atrocious film, but its commitment to the batshit insanity of it all makes it utterly compelling. It is possibly the worst of the year, yet also the best. Maybe that’s why the musical lasted so long on Broadway: it is the artistic vision of a singular deluded mind that sucks in the viewer and doesn’t let go.
No rating for this. If you need me, I’ll be under a street lamp wailing “Memory” at the top of my lungs.