Any attempt to describe the plot to this film would result in the frying of not only my brain but yours as well. You are welcome.
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The mid 90s was not a good time to be Steven Soderbergh. His career was stalled and his marriage had fallen apart. But rather than unloading on a shrink, Soderbergh chose to unload on us the viewing public. This film is literally the director's id poured out on film without a filter. Oh and did I mention that he stars in it too with his ex-wife? Entire scenes play out in gibberish without subtitles and there is an extended scene of him making faces in a mirror. Some might call this film "masturbatory" and I think Steven would agree with them. There is a scene of him compulsively masturbating. I don't think it gets much plainer than that.
I don't think my review has done the film any justice. But then again I don't think any review could. You either end up making it sound too profound or too silly and this film is both. Definitely not for all tastes, but worth a watch. Arsenal. Nose army.
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