OK, you start with an open marriage between
Rosemary's Baby and
Night of the Living Dead, encourage liberal liaisons with
The Shining,
Alien,
Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf,
Life of Brian,
Saving Private Ryan,
Do the Right Thing,
Carrie, the Manson murders, and the riots outside the 1968 Democratic convention in Chicago, filtered through the sensibilities of
David Lynch and
Alejandro Jodorowsky, and against all odds you end up with something so bizarrely original that it takes my breath, as well as the majority of my cortical function, away. I'm pretty sure I liked it, dead certain that I admire writer/director
Darren Aronofsky's chutzpah and
Jennifer Lawrence's fearlessness, and pleasantly surprised to discover that I know the musician covering Skeeter Davis's "The End of the World" over the end credits (having, oddly, recently heard the original serving the same function in the JFK-assassination episode of
Mad Men).
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