This is the most unpleasant, empty film ever made. Stomach turning in its imagery and disgusting in its execution, this lost a fortune at the box office and the director should have been sued by those who were in the audiences that had to suffer through the part they endured before walking out. Haunting in the worst way possible, the film will leave the viewer with nightmares from which they may never recover. No other motion picture in the history of cinema has left me feeling so ill and overwhelmed by nausea. From concept to the end credits, I sat there too stunned to move. I felt paralyzed by a sickening hopelessness that was being burned into my very soul as the film unreeled to its miserable end. As it flickered upon the screen, I found myself muttering repeatedly, "why...why? In the name of humanity...why?" It seemed as if I had been subjected to the cruelest episode of self-indulgent masochism ever aimed at an audience for the amusement of a sadistic director. I will never forget this motion picture. Nor will I ever forgive anyone involved in its production. As I staggered from the theater and into the light of day, I collapsed on a bus bench next to a planter full of petunias. I grabbed a handful of blossoms and held them to my face as tears streamed down my cheeks. I was glad to be alive, to be free of that awful film, and electrically charged with the realization that the director is someone who I need never be punished by again. In truth, I had done nothing to deserve what I had just gone through. I am a good person and no one can ever do that to me again!
