This is a rather odd movie, which is understandable to anyone who has taken hallucinogens. There is no way to explain an LSD, Magic Mushroom, or Peyote trip to anyone who has not had one. Words do not suffice. Pictures do not suffice. How do you explain seeing sound, or smelling colors? You can't.
This movie gives it a try and does the best it can, but to all those that see it and have never been tripping, I'm sure it looks like a painting done by a monkey. You just can't put these thoughts on film. Example: One time, in the mid-70's, I took acid with a group of friends. All of a sudden a purple tornado came out of the ceiling and ravaged the room, sucking the emotional content out of everyone there. Now just how do you display that on film? Nicholson, Corman, Fonda, Hopper, and company give it a shot, but it really can't be done. Not then, not now, with all the digital effects available. Valiant effort though, but probably only entertaining to people who know what frying means.
This movie gives it a try and does the best it can, but to all those that see it and have never been tripping, I'm sure it looks like a painting done by a monkey. You just can't put these thoughts on film. Example: One time, in the mid-70's, I took acid with a group of friends. All of a sudden a purple tornado came out of the ceiling and ravaged the room, sucking the emotional content out of everyone there. Now just how do you display that on film? Nicholson, Corman, Fonda, Hopper, and company give it a shot, but it really can't be done. Not then, not now, with all the digital effects available. Valiant effort though, but probably only entertaining to people who know what frying means.