In Paris, a young American who works as a Michael Jackson look-alike meets Marilyn Monroe, who invites him to her commune in Scotland, where she lives with Charlie Chaplin and her daughter, Shirley Temple.
A series of hazy 8mm vignettes, accompanied by a soft, lilting voice over, in which girls skulk around schoolyards, spray graffiti, drink, smoke, pose and embrace, evoking the loneliness, confusion and overwhelming wonder of growing up.
A film unearthed from the buried landscape of the American Nightmare. TRASH HUMPERS follows a small group of elderly "Peeping Toms" through the shadows and margins of an unfamiliar world. Crudely documented by the participants themselves, we follow the debased and shocking actions of a group of true sociopaths the likes of which have never been seen before. Inhabiting a world of broken dreams and beyond the limits of morality, they crash against a torn and frayed America. Bordering on an ode to vandalism, it is a new type of horror - palpable and raw.
Harmony Korine had at one point considered leaving the film on unmarked VHS tapes left in random locations to be discovered as a mystery to the unsuspecting public. This idea was abandoned when such a release strategy would mean the film would not retain copyright. See more »
I need to string this review out to ten lines (IMDB rules), which will be a struggle. But kind of appropriate after watching a dull, repetitive, derivative attempt to challenge the viewers, which was clearly strung out from about 5 minutes worth of ideas to a tortuous 74 minutes.
Trash Humpers is the cinematic equivalent of Piero Manzoni's "Atrist's Sh#t", but not as original. Shocking? No. Provocative? No. It may have been both of these thirty years ago.
Remarkable only because so many people, some of them very intelligent, where duped into thinking this is actually worth watching.
Anyone for sh#t in a can?
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