(humongous spoiler) My mind was saved by the battle of crust punk and trashcore. As it usually is. The next time I go to New York's Guggenheim, I will smile and headbang. Or maybe that will freak someone out. This had the longest build up I was a victim/beneficiary of, in my brief life as a cinema viewer. And it worked. It still does. It unleashed something. Something good, I suspect.
Complete bullshit. Barney obviously had no idea what he was doing when he made this pretentious "sculpture", as he prefers it to be called. Extremely boring, self-indulgent and all around unpleasant with little to no original content or original ideas. Not to mention, its repetitive nature is not only tedious and boring, but is also incredibly patronizing.