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Don't expect a proper movie, with a love interest, heros, guns, romance, uplifting string sections, linear plot, traditional chronology and standard characterisation. This is something much more thoughtful than most people have probably ever seen, and is more comparable to the 60s TV series The Prisoner, or Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance, or a Radiohead song, than any standard Hollywood film I can think of. And that's what I like about it.
I chanced upon this film while browsing through satellite channels one night - it was on Rai Due (Italian), which was about channel 113 or something. Lucky I did, because this is a pretty unique experience. Essentially, there is a man who is supposed to be getting married, but instead seems to have had the brain of a 6-year old Salvador Dali suddenly implanted in his mind. He acts surreal at all times, disconnected from normality, unable to focus on his fiancee. instead bewildered constantly by the cosmos and events in far-off continents. If you hate his sort of plugged-into-the-moon outsider mindset, then you'll probably cringe at this film, and if you feel close to metaphysics and personal alienation, you will love it.
The content of the movie includes: snippets of funeral-goers talking to the camera about the hero's past life; MTV-speed news images flashing and interjecting themselves on the screen, and a memorable desert highway conversation with a lunatic.
Hippie, outcast, philosopher, art student? Or do you just get that feeling that there's more out there than just a desk and a telephone and a whole lot of admin? Well, this is the movie of your life.
(And my favourite of all time, along with perhaps One flew over the cuckoo's nest.)
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