To show how on top of things I always am, this was released something like a decade ago, and I only found out about it yesterday.
If the sophistication and lasting cultural identity of a piece of art is determined by how many questions it forces you to ask yourself, then Dead Leaves is the smartest, most intelligent shit ever made. Throughout the entire movie I kept asking myself, "What the fuck am I watching?"
And then, after the movie was over? I began asking myself, "What the fuck did I just watch?"
Have you ever heard of a piece of fiction that concludes by bragging about it's enormous plot holes? Honestly, if there's any intellectual stimulation to be found from Dead Leaves, then I didn't find it.
Visual stimulation is another story entirely.