No, seriously, people are paying good money to see this shit, as it makes it's way around the alternative film circuit, while some of the cool kids hope it's cult-infused message will remind us:
This breakthrough in consciousness gave birth to the highly enlightened era known as [the] 80s. There’s similar stuff brewing these days--let’s hope we do a better job this time around."There’s similar stuff brewing these days"? Where? Sez who? Spell it out, man! The suspense is killing me,...
Anyway, The '70's Division is all here - the conmen Indian "gurus," including (the late-pedophile) Sai Baba, plus fire walking (the same sorry schtick Tony Robbins uses) and a bunch of hippies - including our narrator, the Maharishi Mahesh Yogi devotee, Donovan - who keep dissing science while telling us something big
Yes, as far as TMR is concerned, Aliens from Spaceship Earth Is the cinematic equivalent of a gigantic brain freeze - until the deprogrammers step in. (STEP IN! STEP IN! HEEELLLLLLLP!) Full cult critic disclosure:
I'm going to need my exercise hand grips, and something to bite down upon, just to get through it all.
Either that, or call some friends to help me go totally A Clockwork Orange on it.
But I got it - I landed one of NewAge's white whales. And to tell you the truth, right about now, I'm feeling pretty darned good about myself for it.
Which is great.
Because I know - after I watch this sucker - I'm going to grow so infuriatingly depressed, about the empty space between the ears of humanity, I'll probably never look another owner of a zodiac sign in the eye again, my head will be hanging so low,...