First of all, I was sold on this concept alone. It is a stroke of genius. Write four rather ludicrous doomsday scenarios, add a whole lot of pretense and surrealism (this is actually the second surrealist movie I've seen in as many nights, and guess what? They both freaking sucked). Then submit each part to fetish porn companies, who, for a price, will perform and film your scripts. And this is where the appeal ended.
The end result is this embarrassing mix of poor script and poor performance. And I'm a fan of bad cinema! It is (not coincidentally) reminiscent of an "experiment" (what isn't?) you'd see on adult swim. That particular mish-mash of, uh, avant-garde (for lack of a better term... I could've said sheer stupidity) television programming, has never appealed to me. Hell, I don't even like South Park, which writer Vernon Chatman also works on. (In all fairness, Chatman has written for a number of shows I liked, and one I loved). This particular movie certainly has its share of fans, so I'm just here to say you've got to be a fan of a very particular style of comedy to really enjoy it.
Chatman has written some real ponderous s#!t for these (mostly) unsuspecting porn stars to act out. I suppose that's the appeal. Only there are a few select folks who commit whole-hog to their characters, which flaunts in the face of his concept. Maybe they should've gotten a few more companies to participate, so they had a choice of the level of train-wreck to choose from.
Some porn actors CAN act (assuming there are some good fetish actors?), however you won't find a single one here, and Final Flesh is comprised of 71 full minutes of it. Yes, there are a couple layers to the concept, but this is ultimately a one-joke movie. Oh brother. YMMV. I didn't laugh once, intentional or unintentional.
The extra star is based on audacity alone.
