…on meth that is.
My own personal preface: I will always feel that “crank” chefs deserve the death penalty.
Having said that I will proceed.
I’m just a bi-polar old man but I think this film is so hilariously nasty that it is a must-see.
“I can smell the snail trails all over the store.”??? If you are not familiar with that phrase it’s in here. It is uttered by one of the quintessential Spanish sleaze princesses. Let’s see, what else? The decongestant used to make speed is kept behind the counter as it is supposed to be. But the clerk has no problem selling thirty bottles at a time, as long as it is for a good cause. I almost busted my stitches when the nude blonde in the handcuffs was blank down below, a la 1950’s mens mags or “Barbie”. We can see a meth factory, but no hair please. A brilliant commentary. This whole epic is an absolute symphonic cacophony.
WARNING: Careful with that axe Eugene. This one is a hard “R” rating. I mean R leaning on X.
If this movie isn’t a cult classic it deserves to be. Don’t get me wrong. I’m not nostalgic for the homemade poison which it revolves around; never got into it, thank goodness. I did some equally dumb things maybe. Want to snort some aerosol spray cooking oil?
Sometimes it helps to laugh at this mean world. This movie did make me do that. Edgy would be a mild description. I rate it a thousand stars. Seldom does a film hit its mark so perfectly. It’s a bulls-eye for director Jonas Ackerlund. The characters are brilliant caricatures in a very sad theme and Mickey Rourke absolutely “cooks”.
The writing deserved an Oscar. Just genius.
The animation deserved an Oscar. No airbrushing there.
The makeup deserved an Oscar. They took some really good looking actors and made them look like trash. Except for Mickey. He probably didn’t need a lot of help, as he fits the niche. And Mom didn’t need much help. Don’t look too close. She’s just your average American, but I had to turn away.
I cannot tell any more. Just hold on tight.
Seriously though, this film is disturbingly desperate when the laughs are over. The bad thing is, it can really get this horrible. I’ve seen a friend pick up lint out of the carpet hoping that it was crank. Just tweaking man. This junk is rife in America and it makes me cry, not laugh. SPEED KILLS!!
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