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Wax, or the Discovery of Television Among the Bees

(1991)

So there's this crazy-ass beekeeper guy who goes around trying to take pictures of ghosts, and I guess being off your rocker runs in the family because his grandson, who ends up with the bees, turns out to be an even bigger nutjob. The grandson designs bombs or something and he starts feeling guilty I guess because one day it dawns on him that bombs are used mainly to blow people up (duh, Einstein), so he flips out and starts thinking that the bees are putting like this crystal television in his brain. He goes to the land of the dead or some crazy shit, turns into a bomb, and in the end I think he turns into a couple of chicks who study corn. It sounds like it would be a cool movie to watch stoned, but it's just made out of old home movies someone found in an abandoned warehouse or got free from the library or something, mixed with computer effects from like 1980, so it isn't much to look at, and trust me, if you're fucked up when you watch this and try to follow the story it'll fry your goddamned brain. Sometimes you just have to accept the fact that the person who made some movie is just a complete maniac bastard and you need to stay as far away from him and it as fucking possible, and this is definitely one of those times.