I took enough literature classes in college that I think Process Red must be for pretentious film "critics" what shit like "The Red Whellbarrow" is for ass kissing English majors. It's three and a half minutes of hands peeling an egg and holding a cigarette with a magenta filter and some bits that look like Edge's original entrance video. If you can pull some sort of philosophical realizations from this, your on some other level. I can't get theological implications from pink hands wiping down a table. You gotta go in ready and willing to conjure up a master's thesis out of thin air.
I took enough literature classes in college that I think Process Red must be for pretentious film "critics" what shit like "The Red Whellbarrow" is for ass kissing English majors. It's three and a half minutes of hands peeling an egg and holding a cigarette with a magenta filter and some bits that look like Edge's original entrance video. If you can pull some sort of philosophical realizations from this, your on some other level. I can't get theological implications from pink hands wiping down a table. You gotta go in ready and willing to conjure up a master's thesis out of thin air.