This shouldn't work. It should be deplorable, convoluted, annoying, and pretentious. It should make me feel sick, I should hate this, I should never want to look at Vincent Gallo, and I should wash this away from my life. But I just can't. It just works. It's magical really. Brilliant performances all around, wild stylistic choices, and a moving tale of a horrible protagonist (that you somehow feel bad for (sometimes)) slowly learning to accept, take responsibility, and love. What more could you want? It doesn't exist in the real world, but it's similar; it operates solely in the realm of film, and that's what I think makes it brilliant. It's 110 minutes inside Gallo's brain as a creator, and…