A Rabelaseian film which uses the naïve mouthpiece of a dead man learning about his body to comment on the deathly repressiveness of social life. People who call its humour crass miss the point entirely. Its unrepentant crassness *is* the point. How much of what we consider taboo, should be, is healthy when embodied, edifying when questioned and explored. A genuinely original, creative, hilarious movie.
I don't know about this movie. Every time I decide I hate it with every fiber of my being something livid and inspired about it makes me smile. I think it's a one star story told with enough enthusiasm that I want to give it five stars... But I won't. Nothing happens. Magic exists I guess. All it really amounts to is a really long wet fart.