This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.

it’s crazy how they managed to not really make a movie

I feel like I need to re-read Deleuze, find a good score and better subtitles, grow up, draw some diagrams, cultivate a warming mustache, drink a pleasant amount, and then begin to meet this movie on its plane. I don't think I've ever felt so much that a film was keeping me at arms length, or simultaneously pushing sensuously through two incomparable dreams.

"There is fluidity in the crystal that means its parts cannot be demarcated."