Monkeybone hallucinations

Was so glad to find that this film really existed and that it wasn't all in my head. Was watching it post-pub last night and the beer/tiredness combo blurred the line between this film being reality and a figment of an alcohol-riddled imagination.

By itself, the film doesn't seem real, so it's successful in that respect. But then again, the crab/lobster/cockroach thing still haunts in my nightmares. To that end, though, so does whoopie goldberg.