My Degeneration

With the possible exception of a little-known early '70s "experimental" film called "From Our Perspective," which was actually "shot" by a group of recovering traumatized baboons under the auspices of the Milwaukee Wildlife Rehabilitation Project, I can think of no other cinematic endeavor in recent times which provokes more speculation about the motives and possible mental disturbances engendered by the cast, crew, and director. Ostensibly a comedic endeavor, My Degeneration is, in fact, a deeply moving chronicle of a time and a place, an attitude if you will, a state of being, a moment captured in time, possibly, a momentary affliction or misunderstanding - in short, a proverbial Book of Manners. There is no way anyone can accurately convey all the nuances and misappropriations of reality evoked by this stunning work of crepuscular and hypnotic recrementitious japery. You must see it for yourself.