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When Harmony Korine was asked about the violent characters in the film, he said, "It's kind of like an ode to vandalism. There can be a creative beauty in their mayhem and destruction. You could say these characters are poets or mystics of mayhem and murder, bubbling up to the surface. They do horrible things, but I never viewed them as sad characters. They're comedic, with a vaudevillian horror element to what they do. They dance as they smash things and set them on fire. They're having a great time." See more »
Like watching someone pick at a scab, this movie was painful and pointless from the opening scene. It is hilarious to read glowing reviews from alleged film experts that attempt to praise this piece of garbage. I only made it through half of the movie (and much of that was on fast forward) until I could feel myself getting dumber. I finally had wasted enough time and turned it off. I would LOVE to talk for fifteen minutes with some of the reviewers that praised this movie and see what OTHER cinematic classics they recommend. Granted some of the scenes will stick with me for a long time, but I also saw a dog get hit by a car when I was eleven--that has stuck with me as well.
Avoid at all costs unless you have much more spare time to waste than I do.
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