I recently got around to thinking about movies that seriously mess up your mind & make you question what the hell happened in the end (or just through the whole damn thing), and I think I got some good mentionables on my lil list here.
We've all seen em'. Those movies that leave you sitting there utterly unable to close your jaw or un-wrinkle your forehead.
I know there are many more movies to add to this fun lil list, and I'll leave that up to you, but I'm going to focus on my top three here.
1. American Psycho
Okay, maybe this ending made sense to most people, but it left me a lil pissed off that I didn't get it.
Patrick Bateman is a wall street yuppie with serious OCD, and a lust for blood & hookers.
It all begins when he murders his co-worker, Paul Allen, in a raincoat in his living room with an axe, the whole time raving about how much he loves Huey Lewis & The News.
| Just tell him you love Huey Lewis, dude. He's all bent out of shape. |
This leads to a series of bizzare murders, including running down the hallway naked with a chainsaw, chasing a hooker, and dropping it on her ass from three floors up.
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| "Here's looking at you, hooker. I think I just crapped my pants." |
But it all becomes fucky to me towards the end when he supposedly blows up cop cars & has helicopters after him, hiding under a desk, calling his lawyer. Then, meets his buddies for lunch the next day & nobody fucking cares & somehow he's now become Paul Allen, that other yuppie he hacked to death, and omg, why did this whole thing just become more complicated than a confused teenage girl?!
Was he Paul Allen to begin with? Did he imagine himself as Patrick Bateman & the whole thing?
Was that first yuppie back at his apartment a representation of the old him he wanted to kill off?
(Clearly, I just clarified my own confusion. Did I?)
Maybe. Moving on.
2. The Naked Lunch
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| Holy NEVER watch this movie on hallucinogens like my girlfriend had me years ago! |
This guy's a writer/journalist, I kind of don't remember, and he comes home one night to some dude banging his wife on the couch as another guy is standing by reading excerpts from the bible. He casually walks across the room & she staggers over & places an apple on her head. He then aims with an arrow & misses the apple, shooting his wife in the head, while the whole time the other dude is still reading the bible.
Then he gets turned onto bug powder & starts getting ridiculously high off this stuff.
Like, he was so high on bug powder his typewriter began to turn into this giant beetle type thing & starts talking to him.
At some point I'm sure this thing turns into a giant vagina, but I could have been imagining that!
Don't think it could get worse?
He starts hanging out with this guy next.
Meanwhile, no one has any idea wtf all these drug induced space age creatures are trying to tell this guy, and who cares, because this is just too fucking weird for words.
It makes no sense to me beginning to end, he just keeps getting higher & higher, and shit just gets weirder & weirder. The end.
3. Lost Highway
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| King of cinematic WTF's |
HEYYYYYYYY!! What. The. Fuck. Is. Going. On. HERE?!?
They're at home. Some weird tape arrives in the mail. I forget what's on it.
They're at a party. There's that weird guy creeping everybody out, and omg wasn't he that guy that murdered that chick in real life, like, for real, for real?
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| My own blog is going to give me horrible nightmares because that's what THAT is the face of, my friends. |
Bill Pullman's wife's personality & hair keep changing color (at least he thinks it's his wife), and all you can really gather is that she was somehow involved in porno (with horrible German music) & he didn't know about it.
He's driving down a highway. For like, a really long time.
I think he's lost. He should have been given a titular line.
"I'm so lost on this goddamn highway."
Oh, look there's a house. It's creepy video camera guy again, which is probably a sign you're about to die, and he refuses to tell you about your weird wife's vagina.
How can we really tell how it ends when the whole damn movie just lacks too much damn sense to comprehend or even remember.
Over the top, David Lynch. Over the top.
This one might have been better off at a fucked up mime porno film festival.
And that concludes our episode of WTF Theater.
I know you got some up your sleeve, or have seen one, or all, of these movies.
If you know any good ones, feel free to add them to the WTF list.
