Honestly though, I have sat through films which were nothing short of hateful. Films that spewed racist vitriol at me, clung onto every marxist tenet with sycophantic disgust, extolled trashy nothings into my ears with wanton abandon and even films that were just boring. But I have managed to sit through many of them, even with just academic interest at the very least, as even bad films are interesting in why they are bad. I have even sat through bad films just to prove with masochistic relish that I could watch this trash and still emerge with a head full of unpulled hair.
Not this film. It's just awkwardly bad, painfully so. I could not finish watching this one. I kept thinking the movie was viewing the last delirious dreams of a dying man who did not realize he had been hit by a car prior to the movie, so a merciful deity gave him this last picture to give his life meaning before his soul was devoured by the Lord of Change. And I felt like I was another man who prior to viewing the movie had been hit by a car and was stuck in Limbo, watching this film as the almighty judges decided whether my heart weighed heavier than my crimes and whether I would be sent to hell where every single day someone would try to sell me every single religion I'm not a part of for all eternity whilst the collegiate professor keeps trying to go full Dawkins on every lesson and I just want to do some fucking education but I can't because there is not God but that is not dead which can eternal lie, And with strange aeons even death may - the critics, the viscous, sensitive, audacious commenters that feast on the religious and the irreligious... Why shouldn’t I watch this film as a Loud Whispers whispers such forbidden things? ... The war ate my Grisha5, damn them all... And the Yanks ate Pathos with flames and burnt these fucking mosquitoes and the secret... No, no, I tell you, I am not that daemon swineherd in the twilit grotto! It was not that pure protagonist of a’ flat face on that self-righteous, Mary-Sue thing! Who says I am a madman? He says God lives, but my God died!... Shall an Eli hold the lands of a Nietzsche?... It’s sacrilege, I tell you... That tenured professor... Curse you, Wheaton, I’ll teach you to faint at what my kind do!... ’Sblood, thou stinkard, I’ll learn ye how to flame... Wolde ye swynke me thilke wys?... Ipsum Ipsum Lorem Ipsum Ipsum!... Atys... Dia ad aghaidh ’s ad aodann... agus bas dunach ort! Dhonas ’s dholas ort, agus leat-sa!... Ungl... ungl... rrrlh... chchch.....