If "Street Trash" and "Nightmare Stage" had a child, raised on junk food, cheap porn and trauma, this is probably what it would turn out to be. It's beyond bad taste right from the start, as if it has its own viewpoint on ugliness, grossness and mindlessness - so without excuse, it turns a shock into laugh, and laugh into horror, and horror into comedy, but with logic that somehow makes its own, twisted sense.
Essentially, a one joke movie. The joke is not bad and there's some good stuff (the bit with the hot dog vendor; Elizabeth De Razzo is great as in all her scenes), but by the second or third time through the car wash, the STRANGLER is spent. The problem is likely in the screenplay—for all the effort invested in being gross/transgressive/weird, the narrative is pretty conventional.
As an oddball John Waters-esque comedy film with B-movie horror elements, this is a cult oddity with plenty of strange humor and awkward laughs. The simple story lacks much depth and in its character arc, and even the act structure feels more like a series of skits than organic. However, it's gleefully humorously-offensive and offbeat, and despite its problems, Hosking has the makings of a huge cult film director.
From borderline intolerable to golden prolapse. Got a touch of Rockerbilly Vampire and some Rubber and even a very violent Napoleon Dynamite murmur. The inarticulate paprika potato sequence is the most comedic example of austere dialogue I have nearly popped a synapse to since Trash Humpers. Three greasy thumbs and six toes up.
Un filme que inicia de forma muy aburrida. Tiene una composición de sketchs de sitcom faltoso. Ya luego aparece ese grasiento asesino que me retrae a una creación de Henenlotter. Entonces ya se asoma una leve trama, así como bromas que van fijando filias y redundancias que van calando poco a poco. Frases pegajosas, la perversidad entonces arma su propio dialecto. Un filme que tiene alma de serie B. Mala y atractiva.
This was like a Tim & Eric sketch that was directed by Quentin Dupieux; a more sophisticated John Waters film. The comparisons are clear and obvious, but this still remains one of the most unique, bizarre, and disturbing film experiences of my entire life. Yes, it is a burden to get through, but it's unforgettable.
A fun and inexplicable story well suited for a short movie but now drawn out into feature length running time. The comedy is gross and crude and sometimes fun but mostly tiring. The movie as such works for about 45 min and after that it becomes very repetetive. Destined for cult status for sure but nothing to get excited about.
J. Hosking is trying really hard to be the new John Waters but it's not getting there in any way or form. I was falling asleep after 15 minutes despite all the film's desperate attempts to entertain us with filthy grotesquery...It's not fun-funny-stupid, it's just plain stupid.
During watching this, I think that a sound deviant is in a sound body. Refined cinematography with vivid color & sophisticated darkness, editing that has uniquely offbeat rhythm, exquisitely crappy pop music, simple but powerful father/son relationship plot. Based on these solid basics, Hosking flies to the utmost ends of the deviant. Pleasantly awful, vomittingly gross-out debut feature I GREASILY LOVED.
what can be said about a film like this? outrageously bizarre and weird. a comedy that sparsely makes us laugh. but is fascinating in its relentless quest for sheer absurdism. if Andy Kaufman starred in a John Waters film directed for Troma it'd be something like this. hootie tootie disco cutie, hootie tootie disco cutie hootie tootie disco cutie hootie tootie disco cutie hootie tootie disco cutie