The Real Will Wood

About the movie

"Shenanigans, nonsense, tomfoolery, utter ridiculousness, devilry, mischief, balderdash, gibberish, claptrap, blarney, hogwash, misdemeanor and beyond. A feeling of entering a TV screen only presenting static, your whole body feels like its being stabbed with glitched needles. A horse whinnies as you spin in circles and enter outer space, but every star is a picture of Will Wood. Then getting punched so hard by a celestial deity and getting blasted into oblivion. Once you've ceased being blasted into oblivion, you find yourself in an endless vacant and white void. What now, Jeremy? What now? Thats what this movie feels like. That is how you will feel when you watch this film. You might even cry, you might even hug your parents and beg for comfort. Perhaps "The Real Will Wood" may even inspire you to legally change your name and move to Finland, start a whole new identity. 'Whose Will Wood? I've never heard of that before. Oh he's an alternative musician? That's interesting. Please stop talking to me, now."--Is exactly what you'll say to your ex-friends when they beg you to be the old-Jeremy again, the one they once knew. But we all know its hopeless, we all know you'll never be Jeremy again. You're Ronald J. Swanson, and you need another cup of Joe. That's what this movie is, it's just that insane, full on 100% poppycock. And maybe you're reading this synopsis and uttering to yourself 'this is not a synopsis', and to you I say, yes it absolutely is, idiot. You're just not ready to witness this film, this declaration of war against mankind."