The kind of film that hipster college sophomores "discover" and declare as brilliant social satire while they pretend to find meaning in the most inane non-sequiturs. Cheap gross-out tricks and dime store symbolism. But worst of all, pervaded with a philosophy of "look at me, I'm so different! I dare to BREAK THE RULES!" A willingness to break rules is always an asset, but when that's your raison d'etre, then you're just as much a slave to the rules as anyone else, just in a different way. And it makes you a laughable, boring dimwit. And let's get one thing straight: I don't hate this film because I think it's "shocking". It's not shocking, for the same reason that G.G. Allin, Marilyn Manson, and John Waters aren't shocking... because it's such a blatant ATTEMPT to shock that it becomes pathetic. At least John Waters is funny, though, something that Makevejev desperately tries to be and fails completely at.
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