**** SPOILERS ****Let me get this straight: you want me to suspend my disbelief enough to buy into 2 junkies, both on the verge of going under from their addictions, having a clean, well-adjusted, polite, literate daughter?
Then you want me to suspend my disbelief further, and assume she's too dumb or has no nerves in her skin and so can't tell that her father is dead when she cuddles with his corpse?
Then I have to suspend it more for.... NO.
You've already wasted an hour of my time here. That's all you get with this ill-conceived film, Mr. Gilliam (what on earth made you think this would be anything anyone would want to watch? And then you pre-emptively criticize people... Wow. Are you off meds or something?). Maybe we'll both fare better with your Imaginarium flick.
Then you want me to suspend my disbelief further, and assume she's too dumb or has no nerves in her skin and so can't tell that her father is dead when she cuddles with his corpse?
Then I have to suspend it more for.... NO.
You've already wasted an hour of my time here. That's all you get with this ill-conceived film, Mr. Gilliam (what on earth made you think this would be anything anyone would want to watch? And then you pre-emptively criticize people... Wow. Are you off meds or something?). Maybe we'll both fare better with your Imaginarium flick.