If you're caught up in the psychedelic imagery, confused by what the film is really about, let me offer a summary. At its heart, a rock star named Pink (Bob Geldof) discovers his wife is cheating on him when he calls home one day while on tour, discovering she's with another man ("this is United States calling..."). Pink recedes into a shell of his own creation, remembering his troubled childhood with evil schoolmasters ("hey, teacher, leave those kids alone...") and the problems he caused his mother ("mother, do you think they'll try and break... my balls?"), but mostly dreaming about his father who died in World War II ("bring the boys back home!"), a father he never knew. Crazier and crazier ("toys in the attic, he is crazy"), Pink puts up a wall to shield himself from the outside world, finally imagining himself a Hitler-like leader ("if I had my way... I'd have all of you shot!") until his eventual trial for his real and imaginary crimes. The verdict: Guilty. The sentence: "Tear down the wall."
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There's already an Oscars buzz surrounding this movie.