Not exact matches
As far as a deprived lifestyle, and can think of no more deprived life than one where you strap yourself to a treadmill for
hours at a time, then eat small amounts of foods which put you
on an insulin
rollercoaster (thus making you hungrier) until you break down and go face first into the Ben & Jerry's, become consumed with guilt, and start all over.
A hyper - stylized blend of every aesthetic and formal tic gleaned from
hours and
hours of Tarantino, Guy Ritchie and Nicolas Winding Refn films, Terminal does its damnedest to take the audience
on a hypnotic
rollercoaster ride through a seedy, neon - drenched world of crime and disreputation.
Later, there are the grand towering Elder Dragons that'll knock you this way and that as you whittle away at their generous pools of health
on hunts that sap up the best part of an
hour, all before you pick yourself up from the forest floor, dust yourself off and, like a kid stepping off a
rollercoaster, say to yourself let's do that again.