A beautiful metaphor on our drive for self-destruction. Our inner demon, seeing us how we think we are perceived externally - a weak child, vaguely Texan, always running, afraid to stop for fear the barking pick-up truck of judgment will surely run us down. We run to fulfill a sham future, a false bifurcation of our possibilities - Cowboy or Texan, good or evil, strong or weak - eternally whipping ourselves to run off a cliff we refuse to see. And it is our inner demon, filming us, driving that rig of judgment…or is it? What if we stop running? Would our demon actually dare to flatten us even if it meant its own demise? We dare not trust ourselves, and surrender sovereignty to our demon, so we run, lungs gasping, tummies aching, our hearts hardening as the rain of insults and threats to our asses pummel our soft pink ids. And yet, we never see this demon - it is only implied. We hear a voice, we see its perspective, but its reflection never appears in the prominently placed mirror. This is not an accident. This brilliant filmmaker suggests that the demon and us are not separate, but are a single entity. We are the demon driving ourselves against unrealistic expectations, never to enjoy a playful childhood of the soul. A masterpiece. Best movie of the year.
An excellent (if long) examination of the history of JFK conspiracies, and the effects of conspiracy theories on individuals and society. Well worth your time.