colors throughout, horrible be-masked incidents, superb writing,
superb acting, a metaphor so shocking it will send you straight
to the anti-depression tablets. Nightmares assured for the next
50 years. A triumph!"
everyone is having depraved sex while I am not routine.
Ha ha ha. I have always been lying about the not
having the sex
bit to my friends anyway. I am a devil with two horns with the monster
in my trouser!"
always thought masked cloaked balls only occurred in loud screechy
operas, obviously I am mistaken. The guy who kept banging that single
note deserves a good kick in the unmentionables, nonetheless."
final gasp from the master. What is he trying to tell us? He is
trying to tell us of society's deceits with regards to sex and what
is really the truth about anything. No wonder he died soon after,
the old boy must have been exhausted."
in this complex movie metaphor am I the guy behind the mask, the
Tom Cruise character, or the naked woman who gets her brains knocked
surprisingly dated view of women, Dr Bill."
is the piano player blindfolded when everyone is wearing masks?
It makes no sense at all. Is this metaphor overload? (The entertainer
is never the entertained?)"