A film unearthed from the buried landscape of the American nightmare, Trash Humpers follows a small group of elderly “Peeping Toms” through the shadows and margins of an unfamiliar world. The participants themselves, as true sociopaths, crudely document their debased and shocking actions.
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I have absolutely no idea why, but I loved this film. A lot. The format made this incredibly disgusting and disturbing to watch at the same time, making the whole experience of this film very effective. A very strict found footage film, making some moments much duller than others, which also worked to its advantage. Korine's true insanity shines through this film.
Sick, perverted, depraved, insane, off-puting, violent, random. And yet L-O-V-E-D every frame, every shot, every camera movement. The colours (those Greens on the foliage of the trees my oh my) were awesome, loved the grainy feel to it, the sound the "songs", the masks, the laughter of that fat kid. The tv smashing, the trash humping was like boner pills for me, greatly experimental and so different. Adored it. Go HK
What if The Texas Chainsaw's protagonists had grown old and had started to wander a bit? They probably would have become one of the trash humpers described by Harmony Korine: idiotic, ugly and mean. A curiosity. Highly recommended.
Trash Humpers is either the ramblings of a degenerate drug addled, porn-addicted, mentally bankrupt sociopath or the greatest American film since Mullholland Drive. I'll need to see it again to decide.
Quite possibly the biggest and ugliest "fuck you!" to commercial cinema in the history of the medium. I think it's disappointing and embarrasing that the same filmmaker behind Gummo and Julien Donkey-Boy has made this "trash". The eerily beautiful VHS aesthetic was the only redeeming factor.
in a world that is really upside down, the true is a moment of the false. this moment or moments (one can never delineate) or moments, a strange loop of videotape. some electronic lotus. perhaps mcluhan could decrypt the psychosis of these daemons who've imprinted on his magnetic resonance. or we are fated to masturbate and actuate furiously on this for ever after. or merely projections. file under eschatology.