'This is the new choreography of devotion', proclaims the director. 'This is the light that never goes out. This is the line describing your mom.'
A brand new blurry, goofy, hallucinatory pop concoction squeezed from poisonous berries, but what is it? There’s interpretative dance, party-time apparitions of Buffalo Bill channelled through southern gothic voiceovers... 'I’m talking to my mom, leave me alone.'