The entire movie-going experience must have been like the first Salvador Dali film screening if Salvador Dali wasn’t Salvador Dali. I was pulled in by the images of murder colored in the bright cheery hues of Mario Brothers. The comical sincerity of the two leads. The out of sequence plot lines and the unexplained myth of the hammer-murdered girl under the bridge. This film does not to me tell a story of a man with a diseased mind and how he finds love. The film I saw last night tells a story of a diseased mind telling a story of a man finding love though not necessarily in any order that you might recognize in the waking world. This film in its imagery and quantum-jumping story lines is more akin to a broken Sumerian tablet than to a Dan Brown Novel and I await the time when it can be viewed in a more palatable manner in which we all lose our minds and become ‘Cromwellian’. -WC Thornton-