Nowadays I have more nuanced world views, no worries. In hindsight, I probably felt exactly that way because I had seen The Wall … It’s really hard to know after so many years. That was exactly how I felt: squeezed through a meat mincer by society, to flawlessly fit within the system and be part of a shapeless uniform mass, together with my peers.
Faceless students are being squeezed through a meat mincer by a frustrated teacher. It contains a great piece of animation which perfectly illustrated how I saw society and school.
The film also fit very well with my bleak view on life at that time. The animation sequences were even trippier than my own trips! The Wall completely romanticized my self-pity and made it all look fantastical, beautiful, and trippy. I was stoned, I was nervous and depressed, and the pot seemed to change my perception in very dark ways, creating confusing hallucinations and delusions.
I was fifteen and I was smoking marijuana on a daily basis. Here was an insanely beautiful film that was about me! About my rich adolescent inner life! About the pain and depression and craziness that I felt. I was immediately overwhelmed by the music and the animation. I remember seeing Pink Floyd - The Wall on a videotape during a visit to a pot-smoking friend of my parents.
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