A young boy wonders why a parent might abandon their family and destroy their home in the manic pursuit of a dream, and many years later (after discovering a few obsessive compulsions of his own, including one for visual beauty and spectacle) uses his natural visionary control of light and sound to not just understand the destructive drive to see a passion through but to cathartically realize it and actually help them transcend. One of the most bittersweet, awe-inspiring movies ever; one that despite its chaotic woundedness and tragic melancholy still genuinely believes in magic and the mysterious draw it has on us.

Full discussion on ep 270 of my podcast SLEAZOIDS.