I feel complicated about this, the way I did about The Wind Rises, even though this movie sounds like it's very different from The Wind Rises--in fact, so different that maybe you're wondering why I mention it as eliciting similar complicated feelings. I guess because it (or really: your review) makes me think about what the purpose of art is (okay, there are multiple-multiple purposes) and what it says and does, apart from its purpose(s). And also, it makes me think about how there are fundamentals of life and human nature that we don't seem to get beyond.

Actually, a neon brick sounds kind of lovely--though I fully believe the film is even more so.