Trash Humpers is a fine example of how form and content should be inseparable in a work of art. I felt nauseous after watching the film not just because of the explicit nihilism of the scenes portrayed, but also because of the shaky cinematography and the grainy and constantly out-of-focus imagery.

I can understand why people perceive this film as “superficial” or “pseudoprovocative”, but for me it was like a glorious adaptation of the prose of Daniil Kharms, where the chaotic nature of the whole universe is revealed by individual action.