I saw ‘BELLFLOWER’ last night. Incredible film. It is much more than some gearhead’s macho fantasy flick. It’s NOT Robert Rodriguez nor is it Mad Max. Them’s the riff. Them’s only the veneer. No, there is a twisted, ego-challenging irony at the heart of ‘BELLFLOWER’ that is entirely original—the visceral force of which strips your perception of “cool” to reveal cool’s swollen, pus-filled, varicosed inner-workings. And you can’t stop staring at it, it’s so goddamn horrific.