“Ohhhh, look honey, our boy’s a genius! He’s rigged a pulley system so he can eat sausage and work on his stupid drawings.”
“Make your daddy proud.”
A studio paid to make this movie.
I decided to watch this after I saw that Nathan Rabin called it a “borderline Dadaist provocation,” but I had been putting it off because that analysis didn’t really seem possible, based on its reputation.
I can’t believe I’m saying this, but he was right.
This film resolutely refuses to engage with the very foundations of jokes, plot, or character – except to deconstruct them and be as gross as possible. If this had come out now, in the age of ‘Tim and Eric’s Billion Dollar Movie,’ part of me feels like it could welcomed into the cinematic landscape. The other part of me thinks that having such a godawful reputation is actually rather fitting for a giant “Fuck You” to common decency and storytelling.
This is a film in which a small child beating brutally injured is a running gag. This is a film in which Tom Green sprays his father with an ungodly amount of elephant semen. This is a film in which the love interest’s fetish is having her legs whacked with a bamboo rod. This is a film about all those things, and this is a film about believing in your dreams, no matter how objectively stupid they are.
This is a film about itself.