Ok yea, I chose dis filim because of tha gwoovee animation type pictures on tha cover, which just go to show dat you should never judge a filim by its cover - ha you like? I fought dat dere will be some animation in tha filim at certain appropiate point, if I had know dat it were car-oon effect for tha whole entiwity of filim I would ave drop some acid tab an watch flukin 'Rush' instead.
It start stwaight away wit car-oon painted over real life actor an I fink to myself 'oh dat was quick I fought I will have to wait a while for dat,' so den I fink tha car-oon effect will stop once this man come off tha drug - one hour later and IT STILL ALL FLUKIN CAR-OON! It were like someone show the diwecta Wichar Linglaka (Director Richard Linklater - Ed) wat he could now do wit dis intapolated wotoscopy (interpolated rotoscopy - Ed) animation process an Wichar (Richard, oh fuck it work it out for yourself - Ed) go ok I will use this - he use it in earlier filim of his too you know yea - an den his wife she see it an love it so much dat she say to Wichar if you not use this car-oon effect for whole of filim then I will never wee wee on you again Wichar; and NO MAN could EVER face living out the WEST of this traumatic, macabre, nightmarish existence without the safety valve of knowing that when all seems hopeless and lost their is at least someone you love dearly who will wee wee on you. (failing dat you can buy one of ma Piss Pistols they come in all diffawan shap an size just like a willy do.)
Ok yea, there is some funny stoner humour but even dis is ruin by the ever present car-oon effect because it make me forget dat they are fink and say these things that way because they are off heads; it is like if you watch Daffy Duck yea he is always mental, an so if you give Daffy Duck some drug you will no see diffawance because he is still mental: I wonce see a Daffy Duck car-oon yea where he come bouncing out of a duck pond on his head and come wight up to camera and say 'Pass me the ketcup, i'm gonna take a shower,' dat is mental.
Ok yea, Phil Dick's novel was a comment on 1960s drug addled counter-culture an tha Blig Blover government turning America and the World into State of Police, but dis is lost in da filim, it drown out and submerge as it is beneath all tha funny frolickin and incesantly drug craze twitchy acting which very quickly become very tiresome to me an made me ave to go an squirt wee wee on my face an a couple of times in ma mouth to wake up. Toward tha end of filim yea the diweca seem to at last remember the social commentawe aspeck of tha book and so we are suddenly punched in tha face (well it actually feel more like a slight push in tha back) wit allusions to how Government uses drugs to pacify the people keeping them blind to the bligga picture and how weeligion (religion, I think? - Ed) is in itself just another type of narcotic.
Ok yea, finally I want to just point outward dat in dis filim Keanu Reeves is yet again - FLUKIN SHIT. Yea incweadibilly even tha wotoscopy animation is fail to animate him. I would never piss on him, he is a wubbish ranker.
Rating is: It were ok - 5 Piss Pistols out of a poss 10.
( '...every thought you have creates its own reality...' - Slacker) Slacker still Mr Linglaka's best fought.
Flank you Ted an Fwank for dis opotune, I am now go to take won of ma special shower.
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