Anger's vision is a ritual in and of itself, committed to film to be enacted on each viewing. The colors were hypnotic at times. The homo-eroticism is simmering under the surface, mingled with so much symbolism that it is impossible to over-analyze it. Usually movies don't leave me feeling this awash in literally psychedelic thoughts, disconnected from the moment and yet fully a part of it's reckoning. Like the effect of Pulp Fiction on my subconscious vocabulary, Inauguration of the Pleasure Dome left me thinking differently. There is some profound effect from watching it, I believe, pulling the viewer in as a participant.
