It's a movie about a French Michael Jackson impersonator who meets Abraham Lincoln and James Dean and Adolf Hitler (Charlie Chaplin?) and other lost souls in a world where knowing who you are is unlikely and dangerous. Also there are flying nuns and Werner Herzog plays a bad pilot who ruins a perfectly legitimate miracle. At first the movie was bad weird and incoherent but it softened up and Slothy started feeling sympathy for all the lost souls, including himself. It's the kind of movie that isn't good at being a movie but one that lingers nicely afterwards as an idea. Harmony Korine would make an excellent painter.
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