Baldwin is my hombre. Counter-history as poetic terrorism (and the temporary autonomous zone gets name-dropped, bien sûr). The realm of the conspiratorial stretched into the territory of malevolent farce, but truth ain't what gets sacrificed upon its alter. Metaphor cinema. Exaggeration as clarification. So much hand-crafted love made upon the surface of the cerebrum. Yup. Brains get naughtily tickled. Get down.
baldwin's mash-up movie follows the real-life craziness surrounding rocket scientist jack parsons and l. ron hubbard. the story, which becomes more linear the longer you watch, is told through an oppressive assault of kitschy appropriated footage. stylistically, the whole production has a late-eighties pomo feel to it; ironic without being funny. the strange premise makes up for most faults. ambitious and annoying.
A masterwork of bullshitery! This might surprise and delight you because of the audacity of the movie! Or just completely annoy you because this shit is brain food for the obnoxious conspiracy theorists out there! Either way, its an extremely well mad mash up movie. Especially for late night paranoia ramblings!