The overriding cliché peddled about this masterly, dazzling cinema experience is that it was the mid-’90s version of A Clockwork Orange (1971). I don’t get that, but lazy film criticism like this permeates popular culture.
However, what defines this luxury work is how free of restraint and convention it is, that anything can happen in this magical realist slice of junkie hell.
Anyway, I saw the 30-year anniversary showing today and I am happy to report that everything in it works to peak levels.
A rare flawless movie, a 6/5.
Wanderings and ... wonderings. 