It does not work as visceral horror film, it does now work as a black comedy, it does not even work as a quirky, unclassifiable experiment. Basically, like the mighty Lemon Cleanser itself, Miller's film just does not work.
From the director of TUB comes the feature length version that took that creative seed and turned it into something that probably shouldn't exist. You can see Bobby Miller's leap from Tub to The Master Cleanse clearly, but it doesn't retain the shock or humor of the short. Now, Master Cleanse acts as metaphor for the manifestation on inner pain and heartache. Anjelica Huston is worth the price of admission alone.