T, O, U, C, H, I, N, G

Radical experimentalism: when this phrase can be accurately attached to your film, it is bound to cause some sort of division between audience members. Some will hail it as a brilliant, symbolic achievement and spend days attempting to decode its layers of meaning and mystery, while others will dismiss it as being petty, pretentious trash. I cannot say I belong in either one of these groups, although i certainly lean towards the former due to my love and enthusiasm towards avant garde film. "T,O,U,C,H,I,N,G" is like the definition of a crazy, abstract type film; it is a work free from any mild sense of plot and instead bombards the viewer with heavy doses of colorful surrealism. The visuals are relentlessly violent in nature and are liable to cause headaches or, for some unfortunate souls, seizures. It's a wild ride in which words are repeated to a point in which they sound like separate phrases all together, and sometimes even lose any real sense of actual speech and just become noises; noises wringing furiously through the listener's baffled ears as their senses are being apologetically assaulted by flashing lights of color and picture that dash across the screen with graceful madness.

It's safe to say that this isn't your ordinary movie.