Directed by Don Coscarelli.
The story of my life. As far as I know.
I felt like I walked halfway through a lighter episode of Supernatural when watching this. There's a lot of narrating in the main character's head, and since he's on drugs most of the movie, we get a twisted, distorted presentation of the story. He's not sure if what he's seeing is real, and therefore we never know what we're supposed to accept at face value. Early on, a girl bursts into a pile of writhing snakes.
If you cross The Matrix, Buckaroo Banzai and all of Richard Kelly's movies together, you might begin to get an idea of this film's aspirations, even if it doesn't quite get there. If you play deadpan the whole time, why should I care about anyone's fate? So what if John lives or dies. He'll just shrug about it.