Our minds bleed through the walls of the existential as the drugs hit us with full force in the third act.
I gripped the chairs arm rest and played tricks to keep me from going over the edge. You learn early on that if you can’t handle the ride, the ride handles you. There were reports of people falling over dead after the credits. Hellva thing to put on the poster, but that it drove us in.
When I finally started to come down, I found myself and my date staring up at the night sky hoping the stars were trying to communicate. They weren’t. Side effects from the drugs, I’d guess.
“What did you think?” I asked her. She shrugged.
“First one was better. In that one, I didn’t see right side up for almost a week. Had to take off work,” she explained. Hell of a movie.
