I didn't think I'd like this film when I first heard about it-- it sounded altogether too bizarre for me. Then I watched it on the Web and I found that, weird as it is, grotesque as it is, downright horrific as it is, I enjoyed it. Personally, I think it would have made a dynamite feature length film if Mr. Cunningham could have crafted a serviceable script for it.
I was ready for it to be truly frightening, but I was completely disarmed by the beginning of the film, the way Johnny babbles like a baby to the doctor. That actually made me smile. Then we meet Elvis (after the credits, such as they are,) and he's nothing more than a scared, twitchy Chihuahua. Johnny goes into his rave-dancing in his chair and begins to morph. Later, his dad yells at him.
By the time the film ended, I felt nothing but sympathy for Johnny and Elvis, and little but contempt for Johnny's parents. To me, there's a moral here: Johnny changes and yet is perfectly harmless. His parents don't change but are in their own way grotesque.
I was ready for it to be truly frightening, but I was completely disarmed by the beginning of the film, the way Johnny babbles like a baby to the doctor. That actually made me smile. Then we meet Elvis (after the credits, such as they are,) and he's nothing more than a scared, twitchy Chihuahua. Johnny goes into his rave-dancing in his chair and begins to morph. Later, his dad yells at him.
By the time the film ended, I felt nothing but sympathy for Johnny and Elvis, and little but contempt for Johnny's parents. To me, there's a moral here: Johnny changes and yet is perfectly harmless. His parents don't change but are in their own way grotesque.