Life happens in the dark at 24 frames per second with Lonely people looking up.
1977
Waters' staple of social subversion it's on full effect, as classic americana upside-down, turns suburban meltdown, with whacko doses of raunch-trash extremities, as royalty class-warfare and queer-distorting celebrations, go head to head, all of it hanging off the cinematic hinges, from one set-up to the next.
Practically becoming untameable narrative-wise, and asthetically it's a revolution of transgression, in the process.
Just be cautious of Grizelda Brown (Jean Hill) perhaps tripping over on "backwards day" and then deliberately sitting on your face for the kill.
Indeed, the world would never the same after this.
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