Comparing this worthless, punishing swill to even the worst of John Waters or David Lynch gives it way too much credit. So Harmony Korine (a great name for a gangster's moll) was able to replicate the look of a crappy 8th generation VHS videotape? That's some feat. So he got a bunch of irritating exhibitionists to unconvincingly disguise themselves as old people and then set them loose to hump trashcans and break old TV sets? Bravo. The only true accomplishment here is getting intelligent people to A) masochistically sit through this non-movie and then B) actually try to critique and interpret it like it's something more than the pathetic indulgence of someone who has so much contempt for his audience that he makes Marguerite Duras look like Nora Ephron.
Review of Trash Humpers
