Essential. Might be the only movie that deserves to be in the same breath as L’argent, yet it’s more like an improved upon version of The Devil, Probably. Perfected cinema that gives you both everything and nothing, to plaster any number of chilling reads on it. The one I find the most fascinating is the dissemination of cognitive dissonance to a point where Luisa Williams asking a sea of strangers for a quarter, and being completely ignored (a few times…

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…