It's hard to describe how mentally and physically draining this movie is. These nightmarish cluttered ideas loosely strung together in a wonderfully unique art style left me so unbelievably tired.
Each of the many philosophical musings are delivered as a monotone statements, leaving the implications to be processed completely by the viewer, guaranteeing no identical experience from person to person.
I don't feel any similarity to Stretchyman, in myself or in anyone I've ever known, yet his struggle to piece together what even the most basic of his sometimes horrifying and sometimes pulchritudinous surroundings should mean feels deeply personal.
Early on I was taken out of the experience by a few laughable moments inevitably dotted throughout an incredibly scattered storyline. However, as the movie progressed, and unlike Stretchyman, gained focus, those lapses in immersion became few and far between.
Requires another watch, once I've gotten over the first.