People either respect it or disrespect it...you watch a movie like "Trash Humpers" and either you get it...or you don't. Not saying I do "get it"...it's like "getting" a surreal dream from some psychotic, redneck stranger you've never met. Is it art? Yes. There are more then a few moments when director Harmony Korine finds simple yet profound beauty where we would not expect, and with a VHS camera no less...reminiscent of "American Beauty"'s young camcorder holder. There is also, for me, a message in the madness. Is Korine slyly telling us what monsters the previous generations have been...how they "hump" up everything they touch...how they worship, even sexualized materialism? If so then I get that. It's too subliminal and abstract to be preachy and it's to shockingly grotesque to be analyzed by the mainstream for that message. There is a very talented and intelligent film maker below this "trash". There is value to this film. I dare to submit it in the realm of genius.
Review of Trash Humpers
