Forget about navel-gazing on the vicissitudes of modern life, this movie boils down to one misshapen little nugget, and it is this: if you are going to go THERE, then you better have something timeless and profound to say on the matter, and this movie doesn't even try. This can't come as much of a surprise, as it is hard to imagine a subject further removed from profundity than THAT. As for the rest of the movie, it is tempting to make the argument that THAT subject is so distracting and cancerous it is hard to remember any of the other goings-on, but upon further reflection, the sober reality is that the other vignettes are pretty forgettable anyway.
Four out of ten stars for having pretensions to art, despite failing to achieve any actual artistic merit. Like Eraserhead, it can't be the worst movie as it does succeed in being a spectacle gruesome enough to make any other horror seem ordinary by comparison. And like Eraerhead, this movie could be seen as a sort of rite of passage for movie buffs--a tool that could be used to kill whatever brain cells one might have left pertaining to hope, good-cheer or innocence. All glibness aside, I felt sorry for the children in this movie and I question the thought process of their parents for putting them through it.
Four out of ten stars for having pretensions to art, despite failing to achieve any actual artistic merit. Like Eraserhead, it can't be the worst movie as it does succeed in being a spectacle gruesome enough to make any other horror seem ordinary by comparison. And like Eraerhead, this movie could be seen as a sort of rite of passage for movie buffs--a tool that could be used to kill whatever brain cells one might have left pertaining to hope, good-cheer or innocence. All glibness aside, I felt sorry for the children in this movie and I question the thought process of their parents for putting them through it.
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