A comedy of absurd situations and misunderstandings. Hans and Max would like to corner the local hot dog market, whereas Harry would prefer to be pampered by his muscular auto mechanics. But a bag with mysterious contents interrupts everyone’s plans.
This 4/20, join uncategorizable Austrian maverick Michael Glawogger, who swerves from extreme documentaries (Workingman’s Death, Whores’ Glory) to extreme fictions (Kill Daddy Good Night), for a madcap drug comedy that remains tragically under-known Stateside.
Nach einem etwas holprigem Start nimmt dieser Trip sehr schnell Fahrt auf und endet in einem verschwurbeltem Feuerwerk, das ich so noch nicht erlebt habe. Den fünften Stern vergebe ich vor allem wegen des grandiosen Finales und auch für die sympathisch nonchalante Performance aller Beteiligten, die einem im deutschen Kino, vor allem in der deutschen Komödie, leider viel zu selten begegnet.
I accidentally forgot to take acid before watching this film. Michael Glawogger was great his fiction films and also his documentaries are all completely insane. I really want to see the short film he made on San Pablo Avenue in Berkeley but I think the only print is in an archive in Vienna. What a great future Glawogger had and so tragic he died suddenly of malaria while in Africa. A crazy unpredictable demise.
Right out of the gate I was ready to give up on CONTACT HIGH. Honestly wasn't sure I could make it ten minutes. The visual gloss was a high-class kind of ugly, and the zaniness seemed forced and tasteless. But I have to say: pretty glad I stuck w/ it. It very quickly begins to dawn on you that what at first seems to be forced zaniness is actually a commendable determination to be be uniquely frickin' bonkers.
At his best, a bizarre movie full of colors, with some original sequence.
The rhythm and story are typical of comedy, here and there also some quotes from "on the road" movies, but without much depth.
Nice, but in the end it is hard to find something that holds together the story and characters.