A guy on the verge of suicide befriends a corpse with extreme flatulence (among other pronounced bodily functions). I understand that both Dano and Radcliff do a fine job at playing these bizarre roles, and that when it comes to movies, saying something new, anything new, is considered a virtue. But that should not be the sole purpose of making a movie. Yes, even when it comes with an underlying message of "cherish life" ... it's still not worth the extremes or the (literal) insanity this film experiments with. Not that I'm spoiling anything.
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