Hate me, hate me, please, hate me" - it seems like this is the deep and desperate longing of this film and its sick minded ADD protagonist. At least this is my conclusion after bravely having sit through one obviously evil action after the other without leaving the theater, at the end having an overdose of looking at these emotionless faces so obsessively observed throughout the film as if they were a metaphor for the whole tragedy of the human experience. Come on!
Maybe Swanson, that's the guys' name, can be described as a mixture of Philip Seymour Hoffman 's charming resignation shortly before having killed himself of an heroin overdose, Woody Allen having lost even the last bits of hopes about the human nature and the infantile anti-humor of Sacha Baron Cohen and his excessive focus on everything vulgar.
For me this in its essence a childish provocation of an explicitly religious nature. Maybe God will come back if we just make Him hate us in the most disgusting ways we think of. If He hates us and shows us his hate, at least this means that He exists and cares about us. Come on!
Maybe Swanson, that's the guys' name, can be described as a mixture of Philip Seymour Hoffman 's charming resignation shortly before having killed himself of an heroin overdose, Woody Allen having lost even the last bits of hopes about the human nature and the infantile anti-humor of Sacha Baron Cohen and his excessive focus on everything vulgar.
For me this in its essence a childish provocation of an explicitly religious nature. Maybe God will come back if we just make Him hate us in the most disgusting ways we think of. If He hates us and shows us his hate, at least this means that He exists and cares about us. Come on!