I'm Bad! I'm Bad. You Know It. You Know.
Mister Lonely / Brian Prisco
Right now, as you are reading this, there is a prospective film student somewhere framing a black and white shot of two despondent teenagers smoking cloves and drolly mumbling about kitten rape. He hopes to be the next Harmony Korine. I hope a city bus dispatches Darwinian (or potentially Kubrickian) street justice.
Harmony Korine is the reason why it’s impossible to get people to watch art house films. Short of “having to read the foreigner talk” that keeps most of the great unwashed from breaking free from the safe neon embrace of the multiplex, the second greatest fear is the supposed narcissistic “artistry” of trolls like Harmony Korine. Navel-gazing platitudes exchanged by disaffected protagonists tumbling through a plot both as incoherently disorganized and sloppily jumbled as a Spears family reunion at Waffle House. Hipsters revere Korine because he’s both incomprehensible and unpleasant to watch, so it must be too cool for us regular peons to understand or appreciate.
Mister Lonely is probably Korine’s most cohesive narrative, but that’s somewhat akin to being the Pussycat Doll who’d score highest on “Celebrity Jeopardy.” A Michael Jackson impersonator, oh-so-cleverly named Michael and played with doe-like sexual innocence by Diego Luna (Y Tu Mama Tambien), meets up with a Marilyn Monroe impersonator (the not-of-this-world-and-God-how-I-wish-not-of-this-movie Samantha Morton) while performing at an old folks home. She’s married to a Charlie Chaplin impersonator and mother to a little Shirley Temple impersonator. They live in a castle on an island in the middle of a forest somewhere in probably France, with a bunch of other impersonators. She invites him to come and live with the rest of the Turner Movie Classics castoffs in their happy little commune where they hope to make money putting on the “Greatest Show Ever Conceived.” Two hours later, I find another movie to add to the Netflix queue that will be on constant loop in my own Cultural Hell.
That’s it. That’s the entire movie. It’s got a plot in so much as Michael goes to the commune and lives there, as opposed to the rest of Korine’s oeuvre, where characters are just hanging out doing shit. This time, the characters are just hanging out doing shit IN COSTUME. Unlike the usual human anomalies that inhabit the world of his films, these characters have personalities that are merely reflections of who they are pretending to be. It’s ultimately the laziest kind of filmmaking, hiding behind some sort of sloven attempt at John Lennonesque proselytizing. You don’t get to be the talented Beatle just because you say “imagine” over and over while smoking a joint in bed. You get to be Brian fucking Wilson.
Everything is wasted in this story, up to and including the writer-director himself. I’m sure this seemed like a totally boss idea when he got whacked out on peyote while falling asleep in front of AMC, but it doesn’t do any justice to the characters to have them wander aimlessly from heavy-handed metaphor to inexplicable slow-motion shots of non-sequitarian snapshots like you’re trying to capture the soul of Gary Larson on film. It’s excusable when you’re diddling around with bored suburban teens in an attempt to get into Chloe Sevigny’s androgynous pants; it’s a violation of the Geneva Convention when you waste the time of Morton and Werner Herzog.
The concept could have been really intriguing, had Korine bothered to care about the celebrities he was characterizing. It’s like a wax museum off a rural turnpike exit in a one-horse town: Sammy Davis, Jr., Madonna, James Dean, the pope, Abe Lincoln, Queen Elizabeth, Charlie Chaplin, Buckwheat, the Three Stooges, and for some completely fucking baffling reason, Little Red Riding Hood. Instead of richly exploring the reasons why they chose the personalities they did, or who they are, or where they came from, Korine gives them the briefest of identities and hookup partners like the cast for “The Real World: Branson.” Abe Lincoln has a fouler mouth than the Wu Tang Clan Christmas Album, ‘cause it’s so funny if an ex-president says “fuck” all the time. The pope is a drunkard bedding Queen Elizabeth. That alone could be worthy of a film. But here, we don’t care enough about any character or their relationships to even bother getting attached. Even charming or funny scenes are about five minutes and apropos of nothing. Buckwheat rides a pony, talking about juicy chicken breasts and juicy women’s breasts. It’s just in the middle of the movie for no reason and would have operated as a great YouTube download, which is where Harmony Korine should be releasing the rest of his movies.
In the middle of all this chaos, we are treated to another thread that involves a commune of nuns who can fall out of airplanes and miraculously survive. I only mention this for two points. One, Werner Herzog plays the priest who oversees the missionary group, and he’s hilarious only because he’s Werner Herzog. Two, there are scenes of nuns skydiving on bicycles. Why? There is no reason. None. The nuns just falling out of the airplane make sense to whatever extent they can. But nuns doing fucking X-Games stunts is pushing it too far.
Korine imbues every scene with such blatant hamfisted symbolism it’s insulting to the audience. For example, the commune has a herd of black sheep. Wait, it gets better. One of the sheep goes sick, and the government is called in to do testing. The entire herd has to be slaughtered. The entire herd of BLACK SHEEP, on the commune of OUTSIDERS, has to be executed. Instead of letting the government do the ewe, the impersonators send the Three Stooges to blast them away with shotguns. I guess having Abe Lincoln dress up like Uncle Sam and anal fist the Statue of Liberty might have been too subtle.
Right now, there are bearded and bespectacled chumleys in their striped sweaters pounding their plastic nametags in horror. Obviously, I’m just another boorish sheep in the herd, who should bleat my praise of “I-Ron Man” and who can’t appreciate the subtle beauty and fierce outsider nature of a visionary artiste like Korine. I’m not saying you need to fill this movie with explosions or boobs or fart jokes to make it interesting. If you want to make a quiet, thoughtful movie, try a little David Gordon Green on for size. I’m not saying you need to put the cast of “Grey’s Anatomy” and “Lost” in it. You’ve got a great cast, and Samantha Morton is rocking this bizarre Jenna-Fischer-as-Pam from-“The Office” vibe, and you can’t take your eyes off her. I’m not saying it has to be conformist. Todd Solondz makes plenty of works that are about pedophilia and teenagers trying to get pregnant. John Waters has been outrageous since you were a diehard sperm wriggling your way through the wet spot on the crotch of the jeans your father was dry humping backstage at CBGB. I’m sick of people lazily cobbling a film out of cigarette smoke-clouded clichés and correspondence course philosophy, and then turning on the film-viewing public because we don’t recognize it as art. Just because you pause and enunciate while talking doesn’t make everything you spout poetry.
Harmony Korine is the reason why film festivals are populated with self-indulgent films about young people trying to fuck or drug their way out of their dreary hometown existences. Legitimately better films can’t get funding or audience attention anymore because of crap like this poisoning the well for everyone. Korine almost lost his life trying to film fistfights, and I can only hope he succeeds next time.
Brian Prisco is a warrior-poet from the valley of North Hollywood, by way of Philadelphia. He wastes most of his life in desk jobs, biding his time until he finally becomes an actor, a writer, or cannon fodder in the inevitable zombie invasion. He can be found shaking his fist and angrily shouting at clouds on his blog, The Gospel According to Prisco.
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Comments
It's sad to think everytime this movie plays some innocent, talented child will be denied a film school education because their parents saw this film.
Posted by: Yen Gi at May 20, 2008 12:23 PM
I've got one word to describe what I think of Harmony Korrine -Gummo.
I saw the trailer for this movie, and it only intensified my desire to punch this douchebag.
Now I'm going to read the review.
Gummo.
Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at May 20, 2008 12:24 PM
"I'm sick of people lazily cobbling a film out of cigarette smoke-clouded clichés and correspondence course philosophy, and then turning on the film-viewing public because we don't recognize it as art."
Thank. You. Prisco. I've hated Korrine for years. Self-indulgent twat. Who the frick gives him any budget to do these goddamed things?
"he's both incomprehensible and unpleasant to watch"
I could say the same about the crazy homeless guy down by the cemetary who yells at ducks. Wait a second... I must film him. I must film him and... His story will be told. Korrine, you're an idiot with a camera. There is nothing hip, edgy, artistic, or thought-provoking in your films. You make Uwe Bowle look like a goddam genius.
Gummo.
Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at May 20, 2008 12:35 PM
Just because you pause and enunciate while talking doesn't make everything you spout poetry.
It's lines like this that make your reviews so stellar.
Skitt, every time you mention the horror that is Gummo, I want to see it a little bit more. Curiousity what the cat, me?
Posted by: Julie at May 20, 2008 12:37 PM
God I hate these kinds of filmmakers.
Someone should hold Korine down and tattoo that great Robert McKee rant from "Adaptation" on his forehead.
Or just hold him down and kill him. Which ever is easier and/or more fun.
Posted by: _cG at May 20, 2008 12:40 PM
Skit, lately I have been testing my endurance for pain by sitting through awful movies. How bad is this "Gummo" movie.
Posted by: jM at May 20, 2008 12:42 PM
Yeah, that comment was all bold. Bold and beautiful.
Posted by: jM at May 20, 2008 12:44 PM
After Gummo was mentioned multiple times in a comment thread a few weeks ago (Thanks to Skitts, I think) I went to Wikipedia to read the synopsis. I have no idea how anyone could sit through that flick if the full movie was anywhere near as headache inducing as the summary. And the cat hunting bit? Korine should be placed in a burlap sack and beaten.
"Mr. Lonely" just sounds atrocious and I'm pretty sure I would have been switching this off after 10 minutes. I have remarkably high tolerance for crap movies but nothing grinds my movie-watching gears to a halt faster than ultra pretentious art house plotless meandering bullshit dressed up as social commentary.
Posted by: Rob at May 20, 2008 12:55 PM
People, please - do not watch Gummo out of even a morbid curiosity. I fear that if too many people see it, the annoyance and rage it generates would devour the sun, leaving our world cold and dead.
Posted by: TK at May 20, 2008 12:56 PM
OMG. Does the spambot mean Micheal Jackson looks handsome? or Harmony Korine? I need to know before I commit an unpardonable faux-pas on W e a l t h y F e l c h e r.com
Posted by: snoinky at May 20, 2008 1:02 PM
Rob, I just read the synopsis, too. I also IMDB'd him and aside from having a pansy-ass name, he is associated with David Blaine. So, what time is the tar and feathering?
Posted by: jM at May 20, 2008 1:12 PM
*html hates me.
Posted by: jM at May 20, 2008 1:14 PM
inexplicable slow-motion shots of non-sequitarian snapshots like you're trying to capture the soul of Gary Larson on film.
Wait. Is Gary Larson dead?
*sniffle*
Wikipedia visit...oh whew ;-D
Posted by: Amanda47 at May 20, 2008 1:18 PM
...that's somewhat akin to being the Pussycat Doll who'd score highest on "Celebrity Jeopardy."
Heehee, ICNH, I may have to steal that one!
Posted by: MO at May 20, 2008 1:23 PM
"Also included are scenes involving a drunk man (played by Harmony Korine) flirting with a gay midget; a man prostituting his down syndrome sister to Solomon, Dot and her sisters encountering a child molester, a pair of twins selling candy door-to-door, which they steal the money from, and two skinhead brothers slap-fighting. A short interlude features blurry images of people in corpse paint engaging in some sort of ceremony involving the skull of a horned animal, possibly a goat." Wikipedia
Yeah... Thanks for taking away precious time I could have better spent gargling Draino and eating cat turds. Douchebag...
Gummo.
Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at May 20, 2008 1:35 PM
jM: I think whenever Skitt gets the MurderTank filled up and ready to go. Of course with the price of gas that could be a problem. We really need to retrofit that thing to run on the blood of hack directors and studio executives. We could induldge in virtually non-stop mayhem with that limitless supply of fuel.
Posted by: Rob at May 20, 2008 1:41 PM
So this isn't the guy who fights Uwe Boll in the steel cage but this IS the guy we add to the cage before we release the rabid wolverines.
Check.
Posted by: twig at May 20, 2008 1:51 PM
We really need to retrofit that thing to run on the blood of hack directors and studio executives.
The NEW biodiesel! Now with 100% less corn!
Posted by: thejodester at May 20, 2008 1:55 PM
Wait, only ethanol has corn. Biodiesel is used fryer oil. Dammit!
Posted by: thejodester at May 20, 2008 1:56 PM
This movie sounds horrible. I'm glad I live far far away so that even the name of this "movie" doesn't reach these shores.
Posted by: Lilac at May 20, 2008 1:59 PM
Ah, I'll see it on DVD for one reason, and that reason can diego my luna any day of the week.
Posted by: coveredinbees at May 20, 2008 2:02 PM
Skitt, every time you mention the horror that is Gummo, I want to see it a little bit more.
Everybody. Our resident turkey bashing zombiemaster, our MurderTank™ owner, and even the review itself...are all urging, nay, praying, that you heed their advice. Do not subject yourself to Gummo...and by extension anything this narcissistic douche of a "director" sticks his misguided monkey arm in. Please...for the love of Godtupus and Reese's and puppy tears. Every time you think about watching it...a schoolbus crashes into a pet store, destroying hundreds of the world's cute quotients. There is literally nothing worse than Gummo. Nothing. I'm all for a Uwe Boll remake already.
Please. Think of the children's souls. How will we corrupt them proper if you keep killing them with remnants of Korine thought.
Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at May 20, 2008 2:17 PM
Don't worry Shadows, I won't see it. The temptation is there, but I do have some willpower. I'd rather subject myself to a 48 hour long marathon of I Spit on Your Grave.
Posted by: Julie at May 20, 2008 2:22 PM
Oh Diego, come back to us, honey.
You're pretty, we'll forgive you.
IF you don't do something like this
again.
Posted by: Drake at May 20, 2008 2:27 PM
Strangely it's his overall doucheness and David Blaine connection that truly makes not wanna see this or anything else he has to offer, SoD.
For some reason I have it stuck in my head that, when hit by cars, children just explode into a spectacle of bright toys and candies. If this isn't true, I don't want to know. But, swing the MurderTank my way and I'll load up the grappling hook and X-acto blades.
Posted by: jM at May 20, 2008 2:27 PM
I'd rather subject myself to 48 hours of "Meet The Stupids". While eating beets. And being punched in the sack. And pressure-washing a particular someone's shitcaked cakehole. While on fire - the super-hot kind of fire that only dogs can see.
"There is a piece of bacon taped to the wall behind Solomon in the bath scene. Of this, Werner Herzog said to the New York Times, "When I saw a piece of fried bacon fixed to the bathroom wall in Gummo, it knocked me off my chair. [Korine's] a very clear voice of a generation of filmmakers that is taking a new position.""
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT, HERZOG?! IT'S BACON TAPED TO THE WALL OF A FILTHY BATHTUB! Y'KNOW WHAT THE VERY CLEAR VOICE IS SAYING? DO YOU?! IT'S SAYING "I'M HARMONY KORRINE AND I'VE GOT NO IDEA WHAT THE FUCK I'M DOING"!
Gummo.
Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at May 20, 2008 2:35 PM
Did the spambot just reference itself? That's so meta my head may implode.
Posted by: ohgrl at May 20, 2008 2:37 PM
Hehe. The review and the comments are freaking hilarious. Way to go, guys!!!
Posted by: Paxton at May 20, 2008 2:42 PM
Gummo
I live in Xenia, OH. 98% of the population has never seen that piece of cow dung movie. If they had, Korine would have died long, long ago. There are some advantages to living amongst the redneck, cousin-loving neanderthals of Xenia.
Posted by: lateformyfuneral at May 20, 2008 2:52 PM
Prisco your column proves that you have a true understanding of the movie business. I have never been a fan of those art house films. They scream, "I have such a high opinion of myself, I think I need to show you how brilliant I am." I had one bitch that only wanted to go and see these types of movies, needless to say she had to get the fuck on down the road.
Posted by: Pookie at May 20, 2008 3:51 PM
Believe me guys. I went to school with the assholes that revered this guy. I lived with one of them. I have seem Gummo and it's cat killing fucktardness more then any one person should be subjected to. never again, never again. The problem is that kids actually watch this shit, get the hilarious idea that they have seen something original and then go to art school and attempt to copy it. Let me tell you how awesome it is to watch 15 shitty copies
of this movie... ahhhhh. *burning out eyes with acid*
Posted by: Betty at May 20, 2008 3:54 PM
Pookie I'm just glad she was gone before subjecting you to... you guessed it.
Gummo.
Worst. Movie. Ever.
Posted by: Skittimus Gummo at May 20, 2008 3:58 PM
Supposedly I've seen Gummo, but I have literally no memory of it. This is possibly because it never happened, as it's my ex-boyfriend's roommate who claims we watched it one night when we were all drunk, and he's a gigantic liar who probably made the whole thing up. Of course, it's also possible that I really did see it and subsequently blocked out the memory to save the tattered remnants of my sanity. It's kind of a toss-up.
Posted by: Sarina at May 20, 2008 4:07 PM
Sarina, it's probably the latter, but hope for the former...because it'll corrupt you from the inside and turn you twisted and black and...
Wait...who am I talking to? Never mind...
Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at May 20, 2008 4:18 PM
Sarina, maybe it's not the movie you don't remember seeing. Maybe you got drunk and were taking advantage of by your ex and his roommate. And now years later "Gummo" is the trigger that brought back the memories of that horrible night. No?
Posted by: Pookie at May 20, 2008 4:30 PM
...because it'll corrupt you from the inside and turn you twisted and black and...
Wait...who am I talking to? Never mind...
Oh, c'mon now Shadows. Don't be ridiculous. I'm evil but I'm not, like, the ultimate evil. I'm really, really lazy, remember? I am most certainly not living up to my full potential for evil. I could totally become more evil if I were exposed to the right corrupting influences...or sufficiently motivated.
Perish the thought of my developing ambition, huh?
Posted by: Sarina at May 20, 2008 4:40 PM
"Maybe you got drunk and were taking advantage of by your ex and his roommate."
...still woulda been better than the movie...
Oh, and there's a scene where an albino-like Cloe Sovigny and her equally unattractive albino-like sister are pulling tape off thier nipples and some guy is wrestling a chair and...GAH, WHY DO I REMEMBER THESE THINGS? WHY?!
I can't remember the combination to my goddamed car-hole, but I remember this festering pile of shit...
Posted by: Skittimus Gummo at May 20, 2008 4:42 PM
No offense to albinos...
Posted by: Skittimus Gummo at May 20, 2008 4:44 PM
Awww Pookie, that's so sweet of you to be concerned for me. Never fear, though. That particular ex-boyfriend, despite his unfortunate housing situation, was a decent guy and wouldn't have taken advantage of me. I took advantage of him on a pretty regular basis, but that's entirely beside the point.
Also, if his roommate had come anywhere near me, I'd have relieved him of his arms and beaten him senseless with them. That's what happens when you touch me without asking first.
Posted by: Sarina at May 20, 2008 4:47 PM
See, it always comes back to housing. That's why I hope Obama gets elected, I think he would be able to fix the housing situation in this country.
Posted by: Pookie at May 20, 2008 5:08 PM
Say, I know the thread's dead, but should a reviewer be scrolling, I'd cut off a teste to read a review of "Gummo". Not just slamming it for the sake of snark - if you dig it, you dig it. My hatred for it runs so deep that I can't help but think of it in a negative light. Perhaps a fresh set of eyes can take a gander and walk away with something more than I did...
...then again, a total slam on it would be funny to read as well...
Mr. Boynton perhaps? Although to be quite honest with you, the only thing I could think to pair with this disasterpiece would be a dirty plate of canned spaghetti and bottom-shelf hooch served lukewarm in a filthy, cracked Burger King glass. With a booger floating in it...
C'mon now! Somebody reviewed "Frontier(s)", fer chrissake...
Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at May 20, 2008 6:31 PM
Skittimus, I swear to fucking God...
Shut your face hole before the powers-that-be get any ideas.
Posted by: TK at May 20, 2008 6:40 PM
Oh shit... I didn't even think of you getting stuck with it TK... But here's the thing - you've already seen it and hate it, so you're in the clear.
I would hope...
...'cause that'd suck.
Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at May 20, 2008 6:51 PM
Skittimus Xerxes Maximus...are you promoting in what small way is possible on this site more exposure to Gummo? Hasn't Douche Harmonies done enough to sully the movie industry by existing? You take that back, sir...
...although I'll admit that I'll laugh my ass off if TK got that assignment. I might actually hurt myself laughing.
Drat...I'm so torn now...
Posted by: Shadows of Dakaron at May 20, 2008 8:03 PM
Is it possible that there could be a director who simply makes films that I have no desire AT ALL PERIOD to watch/comprehend? Man, it's people like Korine who seem to feel that they're being a genius when they are just pretentious people, it's even worse when they keep on making movies.
Though I have heard praise for Julian Donkey Boy, so I might be swayed.
Posted by: Kamikaze Feminist at May 20, 2008 9:38 PM
Ugh. I'm gonna go watch "Clone High" and forget this movie exists.
Posted by: Dorothy at May 20, 2008 9:56 PM
Diego, baby, why do you do this to me?
I didn't see Gummo, but I did subject myself to Julien Donkey-Boy, thanks to a brief obsession with Dogme 95. Ugh...
Posted by: Mimi at May 20, 2008 11:15 PM
Sarina,
You're teaching your cat to shit in a toilet, and yet you claim to have no ambition? Really?
Posted by: Sharon at May 20, 2008 11:48 PM
Furthermore, every time I see the word GUMMO printed above, I hear Rachel Ray screaming Yummo! into the camera.
I will beat that bitch down with a bottle of her own Ee-vee-oh-oh if I hear her screech through my tv one more fucking time.
Also, does anyone else think her boobs are unnaturally weird and high? I can't ever stop looking at them and tilting my head as if that will force them to make more sense. No? Just me?
Posted by: Sharon at May 20, 2008 11:52 PM
I've never seen Gummo, never heard of Gummo...apparently Gummo has an odor. I've smelled it before (it's shit), but I haven't particularly smelled a Gummo before. What the hell is it? All this talk kinda makes me want to see it, just to see how bad it really is. But I feel I might be violating some sort of creed by coming here...and then going to a peice of shit movie. (long pause) OK...I think I'll go masturbate now.
Posted by: Jimmylamadingdong at May 21, 2008 12:18 AM
Jimmy, m'boy, dive into the madness...
I double-dog dare somebody to review this. It must be done. Like I said, I'll donate a teste, The left one. It's always bothered me... plus my shorts'd fit betterer,
Fuck "Gummo". Fuck it right in the eyeball... REVIEW IT!!!
PUUHLEEEEAAASSSEEE? I need to know if there's something that I missed...
Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at May 21, 2008 12:19 AM
I've never seen Gummo, never heard of Gummo...apparently Gummo has an odor. I've smelled it before (it's shit), but I haven't particularly smelled a Gummo before. What the hell is it? All this talk kinda makes me want to see it, just to see how bad it really is. But I feel I might be violating some sort of creed by coming here...and then going to a peice of shit movie. (long pause) OK...I think I'll go masturbate now.
Posted by: Jimmylamadingdong at May 21, 2008 12:19 AM
Jimmy, m'boy, dive into the madness...
I double-dog dare somebody to review this. It must be done. Like I said, I'll donate a teste, The left one. It's always bothered me... plus my shorts'd fit betterer,
Fuck "Gummo". Fuck it right in the eyeball... REVIEW IT!!!
PUUHLEEEEAAASSSEEE? I need to know if there's something that I missed...
Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at May 21, 2008 12:19 AM
Why the fuck did my comment post twice? FUCK. I hate that. I'm chafed and my right arm feels like rubber...and there's a blood spot on my crotch.
So...Gummo. Is it on DVD? Still in theaters? Showing only in those "special" book stores that you need an id to get in?
I'll review it when I get time. For now I have a sticky burning sensation. I think I may need to go to the hospital.
Posted by: Jimmylamadingdong at May 21, 2008 12:25 AM
did'ja see that? That was a double post. The wine done gone kicked in...
Jimmylamadingdong you go rent that bitch right now and then... ONLY THEN... can you consider yourself a purveyor of pure... fuck that. Watch it and call me. I'll help you throught the tears... we're dancin' on the razor's edge brother...
BE MY GUMMO PAL!!!
[...three exclamation points means I'm serious motherfucker...]
Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at May 21, 2008 12:25 AM
Gimme a G...
Posted by: Jimmylamadingdong at May 21, 2008 12:26 AM
I'm only open to anal on the second date, so don't get any ideas...
Fuck "Gummo"...
Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at May 21, 2008 12:28 AM
Gumme a "U"
Gimme a "M"
Gimme a "DON'T FUCKING WATCH IT"
Seriously, unless you wanna wind up fucking albino cats, DO NOT watch this movie... You'd be better off filming yourself taking a dump at a rest stop on your cell phone camera. Shit, you'd be better off watching a sick chimpanzee eat his/her own poo...
...while masturbating (chimp or you, either way...
Posted by: Skittimus Maximus at May 21, 2008 12:35 AM
Okay, I realllllly want to see this now. Like, if a copy magically appeared in front of me right this instant, I would pop it it in my DVD player and not wait till morning. I waited till morning for all the "Harry Potter" books but this...this, I would watch quicksnap.
Posted by: Geetch at May 21, 2008 2:09 AM
Long accustomed to the Gummo bashing on this site, so I won't make anything of it. Feed your hatred, Skitt, I can feel your anger. I am defenseless...
Still, taking a blow at Brian Wilson? *disapproving headshake*
Posted by: Adere at May 21, 2008 6:37 AM
it takes a douche (Korine) to hire a douche (Luna) for a douchtastic movie.
Posted by: goldend at May 21, 2008 12:52 PM