High-concept nihilistic music-video pop overdrive; a multimedia orgasm. Baz Luhrmann must be jealous. Friedrich Nietzsche must be doing back flips in his grave. You'll exit the theater wondering what your life would be like if it were set against a stuttering force field of electronica and split screens and edits that bleed into each other with Glock-pumping abandon. It's existentialism for short attention spans. It's good.