Strange.
I've seen strange and this is strange. It's got that David Lynch feel to it. That feel like you are on acid, except you'd never do acid, so why does it feel like you are acid, and how do you know how that would feel like, and oh god oh god my fingers are bending backwards.
Yeah that feeling.
Our hero is a normal schmoe. He works in customer service, he's unhappy, and he sort of looks like someone who went to summer concentration camp. He tries a new shampoo and now he has a voice in his head. One of THOSE voices. The paranoid ones. But just because you are paranoid doesn't mean there aren't world conspiracies.
Done in a very interesting animated style, this is a compelling but low key film. Playing to a noirish feel, it doesn't worry too much about internal logic and concentrates more on that feel I was describing earilier. Certainly one of the more enjoyable art house films.
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