How to describe a film such as this? A film where, to this day, midnight screenings are held in which we are free to drink as much as possible while hollering dialogue at the screen and/or groaning during sex scenes? Free to laugh like hyenas in mating season while hurling plastic spoons – provided by the friendly staff – at the screen till our arms are shot?
Well, it is hard. Admittedly it took a second viewing for me to fully understand why, but the hilarity of this movie is objective. If you can’t laugh, then I’m afraid I’ll have to sound like the film snob that, I’m ashamed to admit, I truly am: it is going over your head I’m afraid. Sorry ’bout that. For those not missing out, nothing rivals it, and I bet you know it.
There is a reason that a terrible movie is still being spoken about – having a film dedicated to the making of – nearly fifteen years since its release. It is a ‘mindfuck’ film of a very different variety, as the way it messes with you is very subtle. But it is a movie that somehow sticks in your head, despite having no redeeming values whatsoever as a ‘normal’ film. Or indeed a good one. Suddenly you want to see it again, with as many people as possible. But why?
Somehow Tommy Wisaeu’s borderline-insane approach towards making the movie – spending over six million dollars on an independent film that could have been made on a 20th of that budget – has resulted in a surreal, memorable experience that should not be memorable. There is a bizarre disconnect due to the horrid acting, direction, dialogue; it all seems so inhuman yet set within a bargain basement human plot about a love triangle. Adding to the strange feeling this film emanates is the fact Tommy, inexplicably, decided to shoot it both in digital and on film. At great expense of course. He also built sets that near locations closely resembled, resulting in some odd looking backdrops.
The film itself is obviously awful, but has stood the best of time due to how much comedy arises from it all. The soap opera worthy dialogue, all those memorable lines that Tommy utters in such a bizarrely bad way. The sex scenes that just go on and on with the funniest, cheesy music to accompany them. The truly unexplained, abnormal scenes, involving the funniest delivery of news about cancer ever recorded, not to mention the fact that when the characters play football, they never throw the ball more than five feet.
And just think, poor Tommy wanted this to be his masterpiece, one to rival the work of Tennessee Williams. But given his film will stand the test of time, despite how bad it really is, it is hard to feel sorry for the guy.
Required viewing. Simultaneously worth a full sixer and only one pint. Truly unique.
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