Well, it's a good thing that the hubby and I don't drop acid or eat magic mushrooms because if we did, we probably would have totally freaked out last night when we were watching The Craziness of Dr. Parnassus.
It was a hot mess of dialogue, storyline holes and sketched-out scenery that made for a pot full of unexplainable movie weirdness. I quite liked the female lead until she (at SIXTEEN) started making out with a grown man.
Not even in the imaginary world of Doctor Parnassus can I escape the entertainment world's icky ways of having very young women (children, really) get down with grown men that are quickly-approaching their retirement. Ick.
The overall concept wasn't anything new, and although I believe it aimed to be inquisitive and thought-provoking, the actual result was irritating and question-provoking (because the end made.no.sense and I was left with many questions). The best part was when Johnny Depp appeared, but his presence was short-lived as he was gone five minutes later. It should be renamed: The Imaginarium of Doctor Suckypants.
We really have to start picking better movies to watch. The last few have been bruh-tal.