audrey farnsworth’s review published on Letterboxd:
Lot of walls being real fucking weird in this movie, man. Look, if you put some fucked up walls, a watch, some hands, time itself, space, many difference spaces, a bald head, surgery, and Punching into a stew and stir it around, that’s this movie. And of course, Benjamin bratt. Which brings me to a story.
I remember when Benjamin bratt the actor told me, as well, to journey to a city far away to help my mind heal my body. I was sitting in the middle of a PacSun clothing store on the ground and somebody bonked into my head and I was like “waTCH IT” and when I looked up, well, it was BB himself. And he looked into my eyes and smiled a large grin and said “go to the mountain to find your. to find! to find your little brain!” and i said “go to hell” and he said “I’m Benjamin bratt” and I said “I’M Benjamin bratt!” and he began crying and sat down on the ground with me and said “Get on a plane and go to a library that’s far away” and I said “with whose plane” and he said “mine” and I said “no.” We all have these stories, mine isn’t interesting. That guy needs to take a seat in my opinion, stop telling people to go places