I’m in love with Crazy Love. It was directed by Flemish director and obvious auteur Dominique Deruddere. It is no doubt he has a personal love for Crazy Love. It was one of the few masterworks of its decade (1987 release). Crazy Love is the kind of film that would most likely turnoff the most pretentious of film lovers before they even consider watching it. It makes the teen angst of a John Hughes film look like a collection of middle school pity parties. Barfly Charles Bukowski’s writings are the loose basis for Crazy Love’s story.
Masturbation instruction, puss filled zits, and necrophilia inspire feelings of the most forbidden love. The climax is an extremely wet one. In the end, everything still feels lighthearted despite the Crazy Love's progression into a life nihilism and nothingness. What a shame that Crazy Love hasn’t gotten the recognition it undeniably deserves.
Protagonist Harry Voss experiences temporary joy through something you generally wipe your ass with. This image and dance (as seen on the film’s cover art) stick out boldly. After that, life goes downhill. Harry Voss falls in love with a bottle of liquor and his path in life goes down from there.
Harry Voss swims with the stars with his crazy love. He has finally found his sleeping beauty with her unconditional love. Harry Voss from the beginning was a romantic. Eventually, he became a deity of love.