The odyssey of a spineless middle-aged loser who must traverse oceans and mountains to visit his overbearing mother. The journey is embellished with reimagined childhood traumas and moments of surreal comedy that could only be described as grotesque. Initially, it feels like plunging into a world seen through the eyes of someone plagued by pathological anxiety. However, as the narrative unfolds, there’s a progressive shift towards pure psychoanalytic delirium rich in symbolic elements.

While the formula succeeds in entertaining and captivating for the majority of its duration, the overall result leaves an impression of having been assembled in a somewhat disorderly and redundant manner. This approach seems to prioritize the director's self-indulgence and pretentiousness over the coherence of the storytelling.

In brief, it's an incredibly amusing and thought-provoking auteur spectacle, displaying remarkable audacity within contemporary cinema. Yet, its potential could have been elevated further with a better sense of restraint and cohesiveness.