Here’s a movie that makes me nostalgic for drugs. This is now the second time I’ve seen it and I still don’t know what the hell is going on. But who really cares when Ronald Mlodzik, in the role of Adrian Tripod, the chair of the House of Skin and last deciple of the renegade dermatologist Antoine Rouge wears a black peacoat and octogonal-shaped glasses. I haven’t even gotten into the buildings — all of which look like branch libraries on Roosevelt Island. I will not argue with you if you think this movie is bullshit — or even if it makes you fall asleep. But. . .I dunno. . .somehow it speaks to me.