We suck our own blood. A delicately twisted and beautifully bent cinematic journey deep into our own American psyche intent on revealing the nothingness in al lareas of our troubled and disdainful existence. But not it's inherent nothingness. No, this is a picture of human nature in negative, of our negation of life, sexuality, childhood, freedom, and of the Earth itself. The mirrored half of life seen on film.
People says it's Lynchian.
It is not. But it's not Lynchian. File it alongside those rare and remarkable films whose avant-garde surrealism actually masks deep and significant commentary of our very existence. That is, if you can find another film anywhere that also fits into this genre. Written and directed by Ridley.