The 20 minutes I did see had me nauseous and on the verge of an anxiety attack due to POV camera work, Paz de la Huerta porn and the protagonist's DMT-induced hallucinations.
What I DID enjoy was the INNN-SA-HANE opening title sequence.
Please take your antiseizure meds before pressing play.
INSANITY, right? I really enjoyed this on a big screen. Type porn!
Even in the cooling cushy leather-seated comfort of the screening room at Soho House, my boyfriend could sense my overwhelming sense of BARFITATIOUSNESS and whispered, "You can go, this is sooo not your thing...". HALLELUJAH for mind-reading.
PS: if you really think you can handle it, maybe first check out Hunter's thoughts on enduring the entire film on his Twitter...."I feel like my brain is being raped by a Ferris Wheel operated by Satan consulted by Alex Shulgin"
...Sound like your idea of fun? Then by all means, go for it!