Okay, this thread is devoted to movies that have lulled you into complacency, only to then uppercut you into breathtaking yet delightful disorientation in a single scene.
I’ll kick this off with Hal Ashby’s masterful Being There. A flick that for fifteen minutes leaves you scratching your head wondering ‘Waaaah?’, which then proceeds to explode your mind with a surreal, freeform jazz-funk rendition of Thus Spake Zarathustra.
Where-the-hell-did-THAT-come-from?-rating: 5/5.
I’ll kick this off with Hal Ashby’s masterful Being There. A flick that for fifteen minutes leaves you scratching your head wondering ‘Waaaah?’, which then proceeds to explode your mind with a surreal, freeform jazz-funk rendition of Thus Spake Zarathustra.
Where-the-hell-did-THAT-come-from?-rating: 5/5.





