What worries me the most about this deranged masterpiece is how freaked-out I was by the end of it. As the credits began to roll, I realized I was actually shaking. Because the whole purpose of surrealism is individual subjectivity, the movie may not resound as much with other viewers. But to me, it was like the film was prodding around in my brain, picking out my subconscious fears, and subtly projecting them onto the screen. It's certainly a movie that you'll either love or hate. Those who love it will inevitably watch it numerous times, viewing it as a deeply personal film; those who hate it will disregard it as a piece of random trash. I'm unquestionably in the former category.