When writer/director Alex Phillips hit the indie scene with his trippy feature-length debut All Jacked Up and Full of Worms, I was already exhausted by his provocative filmmaking. By using an unreliable narrative filled with hallucinatory visuals, over-the-top performances and uncomfortable humour to convey the desperate lives of junkies made for an agonizingly aimless and, quite frankly, offensive flick. But, for Phillips’ sophomore feature Anything That Moves, these traits and signatures are juxtaposed against the…