Pretentious arthouse bulldoodoo.
Last night I finally saw Altered States for the first time, and I was struck by how incredibly pompous it all was. You can tell that there was supposed to be a Very Deep Message, but for the most part I couldn't figure out what the hell it was. Basically, a scientist (who, like every main character who's also a scientist, is an insufferable prick) decides to solve the mysteries of life by taking a hallucinogen and staying in an isolation tank. The result is so ridiculous, over-the-top and "symbolic" that I'd rather not spoil it, but for those who want to know what happens... he turns into a monkey and rampages through the streets. Later when he does the test again, he turns into a being of pure energy and experiences the pain of the birth of life, which teaches him how to love.
The best thing about the movie is the dialog, though. When he's talking about why his wife says "I love you" to him, he concludes “What she means is that she prefers the senseless pain that we inflict on each other over the pain that we would otherwise inflict on ourselves.” And why is he conducting the experiments in the first place? “Ever since we dispensed with god we’ve got nothing but ourselves to explain this meaningless horror of life. That first self is real."
So yeah. It's stoner white-boy mysticism, and it's absolutely hilarious in its sincerity.
I'm also quite a fan of Lynch and Cronenberg at their most self-involved, and I loved Tetsuo: The Iron Man. Yeah, most of the time they're talking out of their asses and are just too stoned (or egotistical) to realise that they are, but they're entertaining in a weird way.