Enter the Void.
So it starts out with a supposed dmt blast. The phone rings while the guy is in a crappy cgi 'hyperspace', he gets pulled smoothly out of it and talks on the phone casually. O rly?
Main character, drug dealer, filthy apartment, in an inscestuous relationship with his sister, dmt enthusiast.
It sucks, the guy keeps visiting his creepy connection, to score drugs to sell, everytime he sees the guy they do little bumps of coke, trade money for "shit" and then he's like, "you got any dmt"? Dmt is referenced frequently in this movie. Never once in a decent context, really, there is no decent context in this movie. Some effort was put towards making jarring cinematography here...camera angle being the main characters eyes, complete with blinking. Woooooo, edgey.
Apparently there is also embedded a bunch of sounds that are out of the range of the human ear....stuff that's put there to agitate you on a subliminal level. I doubt the movie maker, doodoo-head guy, is any type of expert in NLP, brain entrainment, sonic engineering--he's just clumsily messing about with stuff that he does not understand. Using subliminal stuff, in a way that's intended to agitate, when you have no knowledge in such matters--like a 7 years old with a chainsaw. Like some drug addled punk with dmt. Just not cool.
To give some insight into how this guys head works, he made another movie....with a 15 minute long graphic depiction of an anal rape.
Wooooo, edgey right?
And it's available watch it now on netflix.