Wonderful trash. Honestly probably my favorite Hal Needham movie.
An impressively deranged and frenzied fusion of "Eraserhead's" surreal industrial dread and David Cronenberg's body horror. A "metal fetishist" attempts to put a piece of rebar in his leg and then, seeing the wound infected with maggots, runs into the street, where he's hit by a car. The metal fetishist avenges himself by causing the offending driver to grotesquely grow metal from his body, before returning as a kind of supervillain. Director Shinya Tsukamoto touches upon themes of dehumanization and…
I can really understand if, with "Knight of Cups," people feel Malick's style is ossifying, that he made a pretentious perfume ad, and that he filled the film with inexplicable cameos (Nick Offerman, Nick Kroll, Thomas Lennon, Joe Lo Truglio, Dan Harmon, Kevin Corrigan, Erin McGathy - it's a comedy nerd's fever dream!).
But, for me, "Knight of Cups" was an immersive, visually ravishing depiction of one man's spiritual and emotional wrangling in an artificial world, and his Pilgrim's Progress toward, if not enlightenment, than at least contentment. It's beautiful and visceral visual poetry.