the idea of letting loose and having a good time is great, but it was taken to a toxic extreme.
One minute flowers, the next minute acid trips and violence.
Looking back I think it glamorized suicide in an unhealthy way and really badmouthed Christians.
In one passage a woman who was a devout Christian was happily in her garden and telling the main character how wonderful heaven was and how she had told him time and time again, but the inside monologue was “there is more,” as if a woman in heaven shouldn’t be content working on a dream garden.
Then there was the last scene, where the character (Chris) was getting himself rest after going through hell and a man was shouting about how he wanted to be taken to meet Christ, but the guide ended up saying how close minded the Christian was, as if wanting to see Christ was narrow minded.
Cudda been worse, the man might have wanted to meet Mohammed.
A Muslim died, went to Heaven, and asked to meet Mohammed. He was told Yp those stairs. He climbed for what seemed like days and came to a ladder going into a room. G*d was there and, noticing the man’s exhaustion, asked if he would like a cup of coffee.
The man said Yes!
Then G*d asked the man what he was looking for and was told about the desired meeting with MadMo. Both can be arranged, said G*d.
G*d then yelled “Two coffees, Mo!”