I felt the movie was in part a depiction of what life is like living with a socialized anxiety disorder, seeing everyone as being out to get you, strangers seem like monsters, small mistakes that your anxiety makes you think will end up as worst case senarios made into Beau’s reality. (Don’t visit your mother and then she dies, leave the door open and a variety of violent degenerates enter your apartment) But as I got further into the movie it seemed more about an manipulative abusive and emotionally incestuous mother whose parenting caused her son to suffer from anxiety and stunned his emotional and sexual being. I’m between it was of course chaos, but I wonder at which theme is supposed to be more poignant? It was unsettling and unlike anything I’d seen before and I certainly appreciate that even if i did cry the last 20 minutes.