If anything could sum up what VC PUNX is and what indie culture and the intellectual world is, it's this movie. Never have I seen such a fine encapsulation of literary reference and reverence in film. It's what I've been scouring through Tumblr for, and what I've paid thousands at college for. Here is desolation, a romanticized foreign land, the emptiness and utter loneliness of "zombie" induced depression, funereal rock n' roll music that follows with a cursed cult of celebrity, a brilliant Lebanese singer who again is romanticized in a way that recalls Tumblr and Vassar, and of course, true love, which leaves me with a deep yearning for wha