One of the most unexpectedly wonderful presentations of any film by the NYC Alamo Drafthouse I've been to yet.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
By far my favorite alcoholic movie, and my favorite movie about Scientology, or brainwashing, or alcohol-fueled fantasizing... It's a bromance, it's an odyssey of sorts, and most certainly it's a stunning piece of cinema. But I'll have to get back to you about what's it's ultimately about.
I mean, what was real and what wasn't? Did Quell dream the whole thing in a stupor, lying on that beach? Dodd was most certainly the comforting breast Quell needed, but without all…