Outrage and ecstasy are in short supply these days. The first emotion is too righteous for the Age of Ambiguity; the second has been debased into the brand name of an upscale drug. So it is salutary for a film to examine and embrace those anachronistic, ever-so-'60s extremes. Bliss wants to pose the biggest questions -- about life, death and the twilight state in between that passes for existence -- in the weirdest way. It fulminates like a bag-lady savant on the toxic dangers of technology and moral compromise. It has big, randy dreams about its hero's search for a bucolic...
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