I wasn’t sure about running this but after reading the High-Rise synopsis I had to run it.
It’s definitely one of the strangest I’ve seen in a while. Especially the last sentence involving a dog! Not only that, I have no idea what the poster is trying to say. It may cause some controversy as it looks very similar to a famous photograph from the September 11, 2001 attack on the Twin Towers.
1975. Two miles west of London, Dr. Robert Laing moves into his new apartment seeking soulless anonymity, only to find that the building’s residents have no intention of leaving him alone. Resigned to the complex social dynamics unfolding around him, Laing bites the bullet and becomes neighbourly. As he struggles to establish his position, Laing’s good manners and sanity disintegrate along with the building. The lights go out and the lifts fail but the party goes on. People are the problem. Booze is the currency. Sex is the panacea. Only much later, as he sits on his balcony eating the architect’s dog, does Dr. Robert Laing finally feel at home…..