Seconds (1966)
saw this again for the first time in 30 years. looks even better than it did before, and its depth is more profound than I remembered. the attention to detail, the sheer beauty, the metaphors stacked on top of each other...and the chicken reference which Mr. Lynch obviously used later...and I finally understand what it all means, too. imagine Brian Wilson’s confusion at entering this film late, on acid, and with the onset of mental illness...or maybe don’t. if you have a chance, see this film and indeed, meditate upon its meaning.
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