Never thought a silhouette of CJ could be so terrifyingly emotional.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
This film's like a rampant 2-hour mood swing cycling from pure gross-out (especially if you have Ommetaphobia like me because 𝘺𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴) to "haha what the fuck" to scenes of such genuine, simple intimacy in the midst of an incredibly superficial society and repeat, all the while still being consistently off enough to keep you on edge. And I'm still pretty unsure of what I think of it, but it's hard for me to say it's not absolutely fascinating to think…