feel blessed that I got to see this in its true environment, with a group of great friends seated directly behind a woman in a hydraulic D-BOX seat who, when she isn't whipping around every ten minutes or so, turns around with a look of pure scornful fury at the theater full of people behind her having an excellent time. kind of admire this thing's basic existence and the total lack of self-reflexivity or post-modern cynicism, but the philosophical, political, and humanistic implications here are beyond heinous. figure the ultimate statement about this thing is that it disappeared from Letterboxd for a few days and I didn't even question it. instant disasterpiece hall-of-famer.