An extension of In the Mouth of Madness, and frankly what that should've been, minus Norman Reedus' uneven performance. It's a testament to the allure of extreme cinema, the safeness the creator gives to the viewer to make it spiritually liberating for both. It's an examination of why some seek out perverse and taboo art, perhaps to get that very affect. That rush. That intensity. That power. That taste of eternity.