A daydream movie
From the foggy internal view, a leaping off point into a fantastical journey, where a guy is slowly spinning out of control, mundane tasks taking on disorienting and trippy dimensions, getting up to get a new cup of coffee and all the surroundings coming alive into creatures ensculpturated in fancy gardens.
Falling on broken recliner, heating pad on lower back, reading Miss MacIntosh chapter 4 with Eastern raja music playing, the music of the hippies when they graduated from Mama's and Papas, following the cute furry hare, to the underground library, pick and choose with the river of eternal juvenilia circling the sacred endless Borgesian library of eternity, and the coffee fills itself, the smokes and joints are what the air itself it.
And the camera catching all this euphoria like in Tarkovsky's Solaris at the end slowly pans away revealing the euphoric library is surrounded by flames with not safe for work waitresses serving glasses of absinthe to those with contraptions glued to their heads, they're watching other slow disintegrations.
Then the end credits play for around 40 hours which has the text of a complete book or a selection of shorter books, with comedic subtitles at the bottom like Holy Grail Monty Python styled, parallel stories begun and abandoned, attempts, going faster and faster, whirling dervish style and Enter the Void credits imagination, then like Persona montage, a gravity pounds down, terminal end in sight, with the silent film of a train approaching the camera, and at the end the 2001 cosmic baby floating in outer space, surrounded by open books, pages flapping slowly in the non-air.
Falling on broken recliner, heating pad on lower back, reading Miss MacIntosh chapter 4 with Eastern raja music playing, the music of the hippies when they graduated from Mama's and Papas, following the cute furry hare, to the underground library, pick and choose with the river of eternal juvenilia circling the sacred endless Borgesian library of eternity, and the coffee fills itself, the smokes and joints are what the air itself it.
And the camera catching all this euphoria like in Tarkovsky's Solaris at the end slowly pans away revealing the euphoric library is surrounded by flames with not safe for work waitresses serving glasses of absinthe to those with contraptions glued to their heads, they're watching other slow disintegrations.
Then the end credits play for around 40 hours which has the text of a complete book or a selection of shorter books, with comedic subtitles at the bottom like Holy Grail Monty Python styled, parallel stories begun and abandoned, attempts, going faster and faster, whirling dervish style and Enter the Void credits imagination, then like Persona montage, a gravity pounds down, terminal end in sight, with the silent film of a train approaching the camera, and at the end the 2001 cosmic baby floating in outer space, surrounded by open books, pages flapping slowly in the non-air.
46-50, M