Pink Narcissus

A hallucinatory, beautiful (and occasionally very silly) allegory of a gay man's awakening. It runs the gamut from profound to profane, effectively capturing both the highs and lows of the protagonist's experiences. Apart from some diegetic radio chatter, the film is entirely without dialogue, which helps to more effectively maintain the dreamlike mood.

The world of what we are to see in cinema is always expanding. Always movies you’ve never heard of that expand what a movie can be.

a dude thinks he's the hottest thing since the baked potato, so his mind floats away to a colourful land of butterflies and buttercups where there exist endless versions of himself that he can get fuckin with. and then everything turns into an apocalyptic nightmare. honestly linklater, this is how you make movies about young men.

I enjoyed it. Jean Genet would think it's a nice copy cat.

A strange journey into fantasies and imagination. It's not aestheticlly perfect and doesn't always gives you such a strong feeling, but it rewards you with spectacular moments of delirium from time to time.

"Erotic poem" does not make for a good movie. Rather odd and pretty naive, after half an hour or so, it's difficult to react with anything other than amusement (except, I suppose, boredom), which I suspect was not the filmmaker's intention--although one never knows.