Larue, a schizophrenic young man with compulsive reading syndrome, is released from a New York hospital thanks to budget cuts and overcrowding. He shacks up at the Love Hotel and the insanity escalates from there. Dr. Noguchi, the chief psychiatrist at the hospital and a pigtailed sexual surrogate therapist in training (played by Kerri Kenney) are trying to track down an escaped Tremataurus Cycloptus, a giant one-eyed prehistoric flatworm recently discovered in Mexico and now on the loose spreading an incurable flesh deforming disease which the horny doctor believes will make him immortal... transforming him into a love god. Larue meets his new neighbors, the crime-scene-cleaning mother daughter duo (mom is obsessive in her cleaning and the daughter is a mute who has the hots for Larue) and his soon-to-be new roommate, a ski-mask-wearing man with Tourettes Syndrome. There’s also a blue-painted self-mutilating schizophrenic prostitute named Kathleen who believes herself to be Kali and slaughters people as sacrifice to Shiva... she’s my favorite. All these chaotic characters come together thanks to the exploits of the weirdo eye monster running around the streets of New York, attracted to shiny objects. If my above wording made this sound like a cohesive film, I apologize. This movie is an exhausting mess but that’s exactly what it’s going for. Chewed-bubblegum sculpting, the anal birth of a worm monster and an attempted rendezvous with prostitutes in the uncleaned crime scene of Kali’s handiwork ring like hellish bells as you take a journey down one fucked up rabbit hole. The lack of establishing shots and abuse of closeups further throws you off your feet. Think one of those rage monkeys from 28 Days Later with severe ADD and you’ll be close to what the experience is like. There’s nothing quite like it and I feel we should be thankful for that.
No comments:
Post a Comment