The past weekend, I attended a screening of Crispin Glover’s experimental art film “What Is It?” - hosted by the artist himself (above) - and it was easily the most explosively bizarre two hours I’ve ever spent in a movie theater. Weirder, even, than the guy who offered me vodka-infused cherries during a screening of “Undercover Brother.”

Let’s just say Crispin has an inordinate fascination with dominant mothers. And retarded people. And handjobs. And I’ll leave it at that.

Sorry, folks - you won’t be able to find “What Is It?” on Netflix. Like the overprotective parent of a circus freak, Glover won’t let the public see the movie unless he’s there to introduce the movie and do his (somewhat tedious) spoken word routine. I must admit, I love Crispin Glover.

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