Well I won't call it perfect, since we now know where that leads, but this is creepy, brilliant little fable that manages to be fucked up and humane and disturbing and lovely all at once. Its picture of what happens when you violate the human will is unsparing and frightening, but without the gratuitous sadism you sometimes find, which allows the hope that blooms towards the end to feel deep and earned.
I still cannot get over Tate, the way his fierce, unconquerable voice explodes into the story when it's finally set free. But the very fierceness is also what lets the full horror sink in: for what must it have taken to crush that extraordinary will, that love, that fearlessness?
And then comes the line, "you and me, we're not done," which practically made me fall out of my chair.
Bottom Line: Loved it.