You are in a big prom hall. You hear beautiful fairy tale songs from your childhood. Everyone seems in ecstasy and full of joy. Your grandparents are around you and you remember being with them while you were small. And the almost Christmaslike innocent kitsch music fills the room with childlike wonder.
Now a group of men walk in. They carry axes and swords. They start killing and ripping apart all your loved ones.
If this was a normal avantgarde movie, that in itself would be provocative enough. The music would now switch to some weird horror music.
But not in hell. No.
In hell, the innocent childlike music keeps playing, lulling you into feelings of comfort and joy. And at the same time you see the horror before your eyes … and since you are so nicely conditioned to be hypnotized by beautiful music and let it dictate your judgment and mood ….