Whoa nelly… give Kelly the mf’ing Palme…

Wears its dripping, festering, calcifying, lop-sided heart on its sleeve, and by god I relished it.

No plot.
No central character.
No antagonist.
No defined purpose for side characters.
No threat.
No three acts.
No jokes.
No punchlines.
No explanations.
No internal references.
No catchphrases.
No political polemical voice.
No melodrama.
No lessons.
No beginning.
No end.
One of the best films ever made.

This will be torn to shreds when it plays outside of a festival, and justifiably so.