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See this movie, and behold the face of horror! I give this film five stars because it is a great horror movie. This movie kept me on the edge of my seat. I yawned through "The Exorcist." "Blair Witch" just gave me a headache, but "What the Bleep," this movie... my dear Lord, the horror! But Seriously... Remember back in college, being wasted, sitting on a couch in a corner of some Friday night college-town keg party, gripping the arm of the sofa to keep the room from spinning, but you can't block out the insipid "conversation" of the 24 year old (male) graduate student and the two cheesecake muffin-head 19 year old freshmen chicks (both 19ish) who are sharing the opposite end of the couch, and he's going off on some tangent about the brain and quantum this-and-that and the girls are nodding and agreeing and occasionally interjecting things like "Oh yeah, that's so RANDOM!" and all that tittering that passes for dialog foreplay and it just makes you want to smack them, then barf... This movie is all that and worse. I don't know where to begin explaining on how many levels this movie fails, is amateurish, transparent, and jaw-droppingly simple. But I'll try. The casual viewer, or even the discriminating viewer who bothers to watch the final credits, would not be blamed for failing to realize that this a propaganda piece... nay, a publicity kit in movie form, for the Ramtha School of Enlightenment. One must spend a few minutes Googling this quagmire to learn that. Every one - EVERY ONE - of the talking heads in this film is shown without credits, curriculum vitae, title, nothing. At the end, in the credits, we see some sketchy resumes. Go online ([...]) and you will see that each of the people portrayed as uncredentialed experts in this film are ALL shills for the Institute for Noetic Sciences, which itself is a front for a woman named J.Z. Knight who, although having a name more suited to that of an east coast rapper, is the current physical embodiment of an Atlantean warrior, some 35000 years old, named Ramtha. Naturally... And I can't help but forget to point out that the hand-wringing chiropractor so often featured as a talking head in this film, one "Doctor" Joseph Dispenza, utters the word "mediocricy" which is, in fact, not a word. At least not in English. I assume he meant "mediocrity." He was speaking to the subject of how we empower and enrich our lives through positive thought and visualization, and that he sees so much evidence in his day-to-day life that reinforces the fact that what he believes and thinks manifests itself in his reality. Apparently, he doesn't visualize proper diction and grammar. To call the followers of Ramtha and the Institute for Noetic Sciences a cult would be to do a disservice to genuine hardworking cult members. I have absolutely no use for these people and their tripe. At its best, "What the Bleep" is a distilled, dumbed-down version of a few really good episodes of PBS's "Nova" and at its worst (which is most of the time) it is pretentious infomercial drivel dressed up as hifalutin' philosophy. People who see this and say "It really makes you think" or "That is SO right on" are not nearly as smart as they want to be. This movie is probably the "Celestine Prophecy" for this decade. I take comfort in the knowledge that foolishness of this kind is nothing new. But it is cold comfort. Sigh...