Crash
the body transforms under trauma caused by the ubiquitously normal but-at-its-heart-inherently-horrific into a constantly fragmented rundown of pet obsessions, the self scattering in a way that it renders anything but seeds and god that sure feels good while it’s there
a fucking psycho ass title sequence with an all time Howard shore score (to be like “it’s just guitars and it’s still cool” is rare i think), trying to engage with the whole thing metaphorically like how i think it should but also i have no brain and still am of the opinion that everyone in this is deeply hot