Imagine a slightly-too-long film about unsympathetic characters on speed, hyper-edited by someone on speed, acted by people on speed, whilst watching the film Speed. Spun is about speed.
Director Jonas Akerland, who is famed for doing Madge's Ray Of Light video, clearly set out to make a fillum version of being off your face on amphetamines. It has a record number of cuts, about 5,500. Every shot is shown in close up, zoom and with a twitchy cam shot for extra "wired" touch. It's all very arty but after about an hour of watching it, you get a fucking big headache.
Define Spun. You can't. Mena Suvari. Crystals. TRY. You can. Her out of Clueless, looking hot. HARD. Have To. Motel. Spun. Trip Out. Tits. Inhale. TO. Drugs factory. Type. Snort. See words. SHOCK. On Screen. Cartoon bit. Tits. See?
The plot is pretty much non-existent and merely follows some fuck-up Ross (Jason Scwartzman) on a three-day bender (not the Creosote kind). He has sex on a lot of speed which in my experience, is a plot hole, but we'll let it go.
Everyone is meant to look ill and fucked up, but they're still sexy, except for Mena Suvari's teeth and Mickey Rourke, of course. And you want to kill them all, 'cause it's well acted and they're people on drugs. None of them are nice.
There's a few trippy cartoon pieces, crowbarred in, which fail to capture what it's like to be on drugs. And a really, really fucking irritating seventies cop show parody. But to counter that, Billy Corgan's music is lovely.
People will either love it or hate it. And they'll be wrong either way.
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