Not long into John Dies At The End, I stopped taking notes. There seemed to be little point: I really didn't have a clue what was going on (I think I lost the plot when the door handle turned into a huge dong and a monster formed itself from joints of frozen meat). While I usually enjoy trying to decipher mind-bending hallucinatory films that play with the concept of time and reality, this one throws in so many insane ideas at such breakneck speed that it proves impossible to unravel—it's an ambitious, wildly inventive, visually interesting, gory, incoherent mess that proves kinda hypnotic due to its sheer craziness, but it's an incoherent mess nonetheless.
I persevered with the film, opting to let the madness wash over me, secretly hoping that all might become a little clearer towards the end. Sadly, I wound up none the wiser concerning the plot, but just a little bit pleased that I had discovered a movie in which a man's moustache detaches itself from his lip and flies around a room like a bat. That level of abject weirdness you simply do not encounter every day.
5/10, simply for being so consistently bonkers.
I persevered with the film, opting to let the madness wash over me, secretly hoping that all might become a little clearer towards the end. Sadly, I wound up none the wiser concerning the plot, but just a little bit pleased that I had discovered a movie in which a man's moustache detaches itself from his lip and flies around a room like a bat. That level of abject weirdness you simply do not encounter every day.
5/10, simply for being so consistently bonkers.