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How'd Coleridge and Wordsworth write all that nutty poetry? By getting high off of helium, nitrous oxide, opium, and its ilk. Julien Temple's ambitious film is nonetheless perplexing, a Kafka-meets-Coming Home story of friendship and betrayal as well as war (the French revolution) and drugs. It's awesome to look at, but its historical accuracy seems iffy at best. And it's far too long.
