Nightmares of ecstasy

The real world is shitty, isn’t it? So often life is boring and dreary and tedious, full of disappointment, disillusionment, and myriad forms of emotional deprivation.

But our dreams and fantasies are so compelling, aren’t they? Anything and everything can happen - good and bad. Even our nightmares can be so much more captivating than the meaningless minutiae of mundane reality.

NBK is boys trying to make their dreams and nightmares come true. Boys trying to make their fantasies happen. Boys wanting to obliterate the line between real and unreal, boys yearning to erase the boundary of their own self-conception dividing the Godlike heroic figures of their boundless imagination and the schlumpy teenage nobodies of their waking world, boys desperately seeking a reconciliation between the ecstasy and joy of Dreamland and the agony and pain of Meatworld.

Movies are dreams made into sights and sounds and words. NBK is a fucking movie.

In the beginning was the word, and the word was, “I hate the fucking world. Thou shalt die, muthafucka.”