Choose Your Brand of Crazy and Join the Party (my thoughts on the film)

Just watched this and need to share my thoughts and see what others think as I try to make sense of it all and what Wheatley’s saying with this head screw of a film.
As many have already said the building acts as a microcosm for society, the rich towering over the middle class who in turn tread over the poor. Everyone tries to get along and act appropriately. What happens next is foreshadowed in the scene where Laing peels the face off the skull, symbolising what happens when our ‘polite society masks’ are taken off and reveal who we truly are underneath. We’re animals in clothes.
I think that’s why Laing is so reluctant to take off his clothes. He’s struggling to hang on to his ‘normalcy’ while everyone else is reverting to their primal nature and feeding, fighting and *beep* And in his own way he’s just as crazy – see his fight for the tin of paint. He’s willing to beat someone to a pulp in order to make sure his apartment is the right shade of blue.
That scene, more than any other, hit home for me what Wheatley’s doing here: he’s pointing out how crazy our species is. Laing’s fight over a tin of paint isn’t that absurd, not when you think about all those videos of Black Friday riots and crowds trampling over people and punching each other in order to get a cheap TV. There’s people in the world starving to death while others spend thousands on limited edition trainers. In today’s news the fact that the Pokemon Go servers are down is getting more media attention that the attempted military coup in Turkey. That’s crazy. We’re crazy. It’s more important for us to stay up to date with our favourite TV shows and have nice clothes than to fight the injustices in the world and make it a more fair and balanced place. Materialism and escapism trumps everything else. More of us care about avoiding Game of Thrones spoilers than helping the homeless.
Our species is absolutely *beep* nuts. Whether we’re reverting to our primal nature and hitting and screwing whoever we want, or trying to be respectable members of society who strive to earn as much money as possible to buy things to keep our minds off the horrors of the outside world, we’re just swapping one type of crazy for another. That I think is the ultimate message of High Rise.