Packed more of an emotional punch than I expected.
Your wife or mom or roommate tells you something smells in the basement, and you think an animal died down there. You put some gloves on and go for a trash bag, but you’re all out, so you get one of those plastic fruit bags that you’ve been saving for dog shit. You go downstairs; that horrible odor of rotten meat smacks you. You finally realize where you are and what you’re about to do. You don’t want to clean…
My current interpretation is that movie is an allegory on the ongoing battle between the scientific and the metaphysical; the objective and the artistic. The two leads each represent a different side of the isle, with Jake serving as the rigid and particular intellectual and Lucy serving as the skeptical and free-flowing artist, with both trying in their own ways to make sense of the world they are in. Their relationship is abusive, and by extension, endless in…