Death to the Supermodels is an inexpensive production with a sparse script and a questionable plot. And... a nice breezy sense of humor, performers who obviously had a great time making the movie and a generous portion of eye candy.
Light-hearted (How could it possibly take itself seriously?) and fast paced, DttS wades around in the satire pool with opportunities to lampoon models, lesbians, beauty, African-American butts, white butts, European hygiene... and on and on. The movie really just pokes fun at everything that happens to be in front of the camera. It never slows down enough to apply the requisite thought to create true satire. So, it ends up being silly. The only thoughts it will provoke are along the lines of "What's the deal with the spider monkeys?"
That's really the only way to approach this movie. It's not serious and contains no hidden meanings or symbolism. What you see is what you get. For example:
An Asian she-male posing as a female super model who happens to be a descendant of Confucious and a martial arts expert who had her breasts enlarged and now suffers great guilt over what she has done to her "little won-tons" and goes by the name "Hoo Chee" while his/her real name is the much more conceivable "Hung So Lo" meets her death in all-out martial combat with a large lesbian dressed like a ninja.
Now, come on. There's no way to find symbolism in that many layers of goofiness.
Sit back, relax and laugh. That's all this movie is about.
Light-hearted (How could it possibly take itself seriously?) and fast paced, DttS wades around in the satire pool with opportunities to lampoon models, lesbians, beauty, African-American butts, white butts, European hygiene... and on and on. The movie really just pokes fun at everything that happens to be in front of the camera. It never slows down enough to apply the requisite thought to create true satire. So, it ends up being silly. The only thoughts it will provoke are along the lines of "What's the deal with the spider monkeys?"
That's really the only way to approach this movie. It's not serious and contains no hidden meanings or symbolism. What you see is what you get. For example:
An Asian she-male posing as a female super model who happens to be a descendant of Confucious and a martial arts expert who had her breasts enlarged and now suffers great guilt over what she has done to her "little won-tons" and goes by the name "Hoo Chee" while his/her real name is the much more conceivable "Hung So Lo" meets her death in all-out martial combat with a large lesbian dressed like a ninja.
Now, come on. There's no way to find symbolism in that many layers of goofiness.
Sit back, relax and laugh. That's all this movie is about.