Was completely unaware about the discourse around this movie, I watched it the day it came out high out of my mind in the basement of a frat house, and it felt like the screenwriter was talking directly to me. I had probably already taken five or six hits on the bong because I had planned to push my shit hard that night anyways and I felt like I was ballroom dancing with this movie, like me and it were a single unit. Every single line made perfect sense to me, and when the movie ended, I experienced such a sudden and present sense of grief that I ran outside and threw up four times on the front lawn. Saw it again sober, didn’t care for it that much. Real heavy-handed.