Beautiful imagery, audio and overall atmosphere, but I couldn't find much substance to it and it seemed incoherent and confusing more than anything else. P.S.: Because of the cute piglets I really feel bad about the amount of pork-eating on Christmas, which is just around the corner, and am considering a second attempt to vegetarianism as one of my new year's resolution.
Ultimately this seemed like an allegory for reckoning with passed drug abuse--yet with the ubquity of obfuscation here, it seems like the film is scared to ground itself in emotions or story at all, leaving me feeling a bit empty. It just seems to be trying to hard to be cool, with a faux instagram filter aesthetic. Occasionally there are moments of really beauty though.
This was one of those films I'd seen before but would've sworn I hadn't till I started faintly recognizing scenes (which, in fairness, has happened with better films, and has everything to do with my memory). The aptness of which made it more engaging than it might've been (say, that first time). Still, & even with the Aronofsky edits & all those heavyhanded signifiers of depth... I don't buy it. Cinematic snake-oil.