It joins devilishly effective movement with a surrealistic outing through the memory and mental trips of an overdosing demigod. It addresses sex, atomic demilitarization, the anguish of fighting, adolescence sentiments of deserting, the legend’s profound unease about ladies, and the way of life of a demigod pushed beyond his limits.
What it doesn’t delineate is shake execution. There are no real show scenes, in spite of the fact that there are groupies and limousines and an individual director. On the other hand maybe there are show scenes, and they’re masked as a developed picture of a cutting edge rightist tyrant whose fans transform into a loving people.