"Dear diary, what a day. I swear I've never been so depressed, miserable, and lonely in my entire life. It's like I know there's got to be somebody out there somewhere... just one person in this huge, horrible, unhappy universe who can hold me in their arms and tell me everything is going to be okay. And how long do I have to wait before that person shows up. I feel like I'm sinking deeper and deeper into quicksand... watching everyone around me die a slow, agonizing, death. It's like we all know way down in our souls that our generation is going to witness the end of everything. You can see it in our eyes. It's in mine, look. I'm doomed. I'm only 18 years-old and I'm totally doomed."
It makes up for how contrived this is!
The main plot takes us through the open relationship between Duvall & True, and his issues with her bi-sexual philandering + his crush on blond boy-toy material Bexton, and oh yeah, also the appearance of giant cockroaches from outer space who disintegrate people with their lasers. You know it's going to be a rough day when you have to cope with all of that. The side-plots follow their friends & associates through unconnected events that mostly serve to convey the atmosphere of the doom generation, but slightly unusually for Araki, most of them actually tie into the main plot at some point & gain relevance for the story.
I know a lot of people who can't stand Araki, not even this film, which is, like I said, much more accessible than his other films. At the same time, I know enough people who worship the ground he walks on, so it's not easy to predict how you'll react. In general I myself cannot enjoy a film where the plot doesn't follow an established narrative pattern, or is secondary to message and/or style, and yet I saw this film when it premiÃ¨red on television, when I was about 12 I guess, and it's one of the films that I remembered vividly ever after, unlike anything I'd ever seen before, and I didn't understand what the hell was going on at all, but I was pretty much smitten from that moment on. I saw it a second time many years later, when I was in my early twenties and was gratified that I did indeed remember it in surprising detail, and that it still had a wondrous effect on me, though a slightly jaded one that comes with growing up. Having seen it now for the third time, again quite a few years later, I stand by my opinion: this film fucking rocks, rape by celebrity, incest & one of the strangest unsettling endings ever made included!