Transhumanism, techno-shamanism, hallucinations, cults, child abductions, mind control, mass media, mind altering drugs, virtual reality, political subterfuge, musings on the nature of the mind and reality and Buddhism and Philip K Dick and William Gibson, peppered throughout with excerpts of excellent poetry (Yeats, Wallace Stevens, TS Eliot, etc), Bruce Wagner's clever wordplay, Sakamoto's score, gauzy soft-focus camerawork a la Twin Peaks, with a bunch of rad flowy early 90s rayon shirts and outfits as the cherry on top of the quaalude sundae. Prophesied a lot of stuff happening today. A bit convoluted at times, but more than makes up for it as an overall piece of visionary art, even if Jim Belushi is the weakest link among an otherwise bravura cast. Amazed this show ever saw the air.
Review of Wild Palms
