John Dies at the End is really freaking weird. It's along the lines of Quentin Dupieux's Rubber, but really pushes the boundaries of absurdity. Just remember that you don't choose the soy sauce. The soy sauce chooses you.
John Dies at the End should carry a drug label warning: caution consumption of this film may induce hallucinations, impair your ability to see the world as you once did, and cause outbursts of uncontrollable laughter.
More arch than amusing, John Dies at the End may exhaust your patience for everything-but-the-kitchen-sink "storytelling." Still, there's something endearing about its relentless barrage of gonzo happenings.
Straightening out what's ultimately, and almost literally, a shaggy dog story isn't the point. Hanging on and soaking up a glorious bit of cinematic weirdness, courtesy of Coscarelli's fertile imagination, is.