So well-directed! Tight; like a performer who nails it that night. Super consistent - has this clear, distinct tone that lets you into its joke, its world-view; even as the joke is a (good-natured!) fuck you, on behalf of its subjects, all wrapped up in their personalities... My favourite movies love their subjects for all that they are. This does that unabashedly. Much fun. (And, gah! That face tattoo like a champ!)
Disappointing. I started watching it with all good intentions, maybe I was expecting too much or something different. Definetely not a celebration of nonsense and stupid actions but some more in-deep analysis and explanations (that can be given without any interviewes).
Didn't really know about this subculture. What a beautiful short film regarding Juggalos. There were some unexpected scenes and really believe that this is quite a different documentary to what we are usually exposed to. Didn't even have to say a word to understand anything.
I'm not sure if the lack of dialogue or narration was a conscious choice, but by the looks of things it doesn't seem like the Juggalos would be in position to explain themselves coherently. I don't think this document really helps to understand or even introduce this subculture, unless it's about strange makeup and weird poses. There are a couple of interesting scenes and that's pretty much it...
Heavy on make up and glow-sticks, light on commentary. Like the much better "Our Daily Bread (2005)," this is offered without dialogue, narration, nor music. I can't decide which was more strange: the Juggalos themselves, or the hideous landscapes of Buffalo, NY.
Confieso que al principio me vi tentado a no terminar de ver esta película porque empieza como un ciertamente aburrido muestrario de fans de ICP mirando a cámara. Pero a partir de los 10 minutos más o menos, la película se transforma por completo para mostrarnos una sucesión de escenas con más o menos acción, pero todas ellas perturbadoras y magníficas.
I cannot figure it out. The Juggalos have a dress code more severe than a southern Italian catholic school, yet their self-image is one of complete liberty, community and support ... Good for them. But not good for this movie. The most boring oral sex scene on film (except for the smudged makeup, which is hilarious.)
I have kind of a weak spot for nice symmetrical shots in movies, and this had a couple of nice ones. Not like Wes Anderson level shit, but still, pretty all right. Other than that I really enjoyed how they tried to convey something about ICP culture without any narration or anything, just pure visuals.
Is Juggalo culture a vivid example of a libertarian dilemma or is it just a bullshitting publicity stunt? Like this movie, is it a sterile displaying of style or is it a sterile displaying of style? I think it is - guess what - a sterile displaying of style, but in this case quite appropriated.
I actually lack the cognitive flexibility to even situate my thinking remotely near a realm in which there could be a theoretical person I could posit who would not be in the market for an Ulrich Seidl-style Juggalo movie. And it seems clear to me what you do when you see the opportunity to put the words Buffalo and Juggalo together in the title for something: you take that bull by the goddamned horns.
If you can't walk a mile in someone's shoes, stare at them for at least half an hour. You'll recognize them, at least, as a tribe. You will acknowledge them. Their own mysteries. Their codes, their humanity. Pretty soon, what identified them, made them separate (from you) is no longer what you look to. You observe what makes them whole, their essence. - 2016 Fursonas came to mind, watching it, in a weird connection.