On surface this appears to be the black comic tale of a drug deal gone messily awry, but ultimately this short feature revolves around a father-son type relationship between the two protagonists. One is a bubbly man-child who lacks a mother figure or lover, a vacancy filled by his own fecal matter. The scenes between the "poo" and the infantile dealer are sublime and tender, made more potent from the latter's refusal to release his mother/lover, literally and figuratively. The father figure, a lanky and greasy blank slate, drinks and watches TV, inattentive to his "son" and incapable of anything other than outbursts of violence and threats. Shocking violence ensues, in an Oedipal denouement that plays like the gory reverse negative of that mythical tale. Masterful.