Vincent Prince’s review published on Letterboxd:
" I’ve always hated hippies, especially pot-smoking hippies. Marijuana and socialism were the evils of the 20th century."
Vibrates on the same frequency as Holy Motors, even down to its fixation on cameras present during invocations of the stations of the cross.
Only possible during the death rattle of psychedelia, metaphysical horseshit assembled by shoveling cowshit mushrooms in the mouth of mush-brained participants.
Stunning eye for composition, and a hell of a moodboard.