All you need to know about possession is its more about obsession with possession of another than anything else. None of us can posses anything really, its just a loan in the be all end of it. That obsession of holding onto something will create monsters out of us, its what happens as we all grow older, we want to hang on and it becomes especially awful if it is another we cling to. Once we think something can be possessed we become obsessed with the toxicity that turns our souls golden black with envy, fear and anger. The director here goes off the rails so much that the art that is made just feels too much while undeniably relatable and honest. More real somehow that most things even though their is a monster born from goo. I don’t know what is to be said about this film really except its overwhelming. Its completely mad and I’m somewhat jealous of that fact, it goes way too far but in that gets to a place I sometimes want to go. I want to be fully unhinged and ferocious as both leads here. But I want to be able to go back to normal afterwards. The direction here shows what really turns in the inner guts of broken souls when it reaches the physical plain of existence. That’s the power of the film for me is that I can escape and I can see two actors pull something off that is so immense, that touch a realm of almost spiritual divinity of loss of control. The true destruction of all decorum of self. Whatever edifices we put up for ourselves are broken, smashed, pounded, screamed away here. They go to such a dark place that I feel welling up in me sometimes where I just want to scream at the top of my lungs till my vocal chords burst from my throat spewing blood all over small school children as I tear my own head off my shoulders and throw it through a classroom window. But instead I stay quite muffling my screams in my soul smiling until I strangle it into some sort of disease that will rear its ugly head later and life will become all that more real, that hospital light surreal real where the world is crashing down but you feel free and chopping off your dick seems like the acceptable choice of suffering just to fit in with the horror of untimely death. The realness of disease not just disillusionment with life or of sudden death. It is all easy but try to have an ailment to deal with sounds more horrifying than anything could be. Eaten away from the inside out, slowly, mind into matter, madness consumed to bear “real” fruit of physical disease. This is the madness this film captures on celluloid as it warp speeds into your retina flowing, worming caressing your brain tissue transforming you and speaking to your own monster inside. Commiserating with the demons we all hold twisted and alone. I love this film because it hates me. It understands the ugliness no one else sees except my own minds eye as everyone one does personally, each individually insane in their own snowflake special way. It understands the hilarity of it but also the chaos and depth charges that lie in wait just below the dark serene waters surface bathed in moonlight. Slowly sinking into our watery graveyard trenches waiting to explode then implode. Oh how nice it would be to make a double of myself the one that I liked not the silly bitch I have become the one too insecure and wrapped up afraid to do anything, where is my confident slithering pulsing self against the glass door, I am the boy face down in the tub as we all are. The film brutalizes you with real moments like that to remind you to not stray too far away into fantasy, this is real, like it or not. Don’t fucking lie to yourself, Don’t do it Don’t try to pretend everything is okay, Don’t you break my heart. Its not it never has been. We are all at a loss of control, one bad relationship until we really let ourselves go. When that wall falls between our inner cites nothing can stop the two swirling until we are shot down. The artist waits to break. Forces themselves into corners to break themselves because only when you are truly broken can you see all the shattered pieces for what they are, sharp pieces of a mirror scattered about, ready to be swallowed slicing up your esophagus as you smile. Fuck your monster let it cum in you over and over again until you birth your demon then give it a kiss. Isabelle Adjani and Sam Neill destroy themselves, go mad for our sins to relieve us of our mental promiscuity, they break and shatter there mental sates to bring us something truly unique I can’t say I’ve ever seen performances this intense ever. So in doing that we should as the audience appreciate every scrumptious second of this film to give us sweet release so that we don’t have to kill ourselves,, we just let them do it for us. This is the ultimate catharsis my friends. So indulge in this fun crazy lovely psychotic mad disgusting therapeutic ride into HELL.
