Strip the harsher bits of the language and a few brief graphics, and all you have is a children's story. Add the language and graphics back, and you have a film suitable for nobody.

Visually, it's quite bold, but like the scripting, it suffers from not knowing when less is more. I felt like shouting "shut the frack up" so many times, there were so many words with so little positive contribution to my experience. Some of the less gaudy imagery, and the skillful integration of the music with the visuals, was quite Greenaway-ish, but please forget I mentioned a visionary like that in the context of tripe like this.

Editing was painfully cartoonish. Plot was about as complex as a typical children's cartoon too. Pretentious visual masturbation, not even particularly well done, to be honest - you can see the joins. Best left on Wes Anderson's Kleenex, not my wall.

Oh dear, I've just found out that this was supposed to be a "comedy". A few bits of slapstick does not a comedy make. Extreme drugs required in order to get any giggles out of this.