Kuso

Imagine if you will a quiet dinner with some Harkonnen's, The Cronenberg's, George Clinton and Pier Paolo Pasolini, after the appetizer course everyone drops the Brown Acid and decides to watch a Tool music video which leads to a full blown orgy - picture this and you have the essence of Kuso in a nutshell.

An off-the-wall experimental film which borrows from Terry Gilliam, Cronenberg, Tool, Pasolini, Lynch and Holmes to name a few. Hard to watch, but harder to turn away, a vision of a dystonia you wouldn't want to take your kids to but you wouldn't mind watching a reality show about.

Of course everyone's here for the freak show, for their fill of the weirdest stomach-turning s*** they can find because the bar's getting very goddamn high. That's not the problem. The problem is that this movie is utterly INCOHERENT.

It's like one of those bizarre porn comics where you find something "interesting" on the cover so you give it a go but there's a lot of other equally weird yet completely "uninteresting-to-you" things you have to sift through. So you patiently flip the pages trying to figure out how THIS leads to THAT. You try to zoom in to read the microscopic text and after too much trouble to read some blurry lines you realize its meaningless word diarhhea that does nothing for you.

I guess its fine if it doesn't get on your nerves. Which this does in the first minute. A guy sings a truly atrocious 'song' with an abominable 'accompaniment' of jazz for way too long. Another guy talks loudly in a grating voice about nonsense as his paper-animated body is shown scratching itself and holding a phone for WAY TOO LONG.

TLDR; I didn't have the patience to bear the ear rape and the eye exercise. Maybe you do.

Literally, movie is obsessed with feces. It's like a bad acid trip took a dump on your face. This review is required to contain at least 150 characters, but that's all I really have to say.

Not funny or scary enough, just lame and gross...pass

Holy !@#$!@#$ that was probably the most disgusting movie I've ever seen and I consider myself well versed in revolting movies.

Scene after scene of people smearing poo and cum on themselves. It really is almost scat porn at times.

Apparently this was "directed" by Flying Lotus but it feels like an anthology movie by multiple directors working separately. Seems like the only instructions were: "there was an earthquake and now everyone has zits... be incredibly vulgar". Then they cut the resulting short films up and mixed it together a little.

The second half of the movie is much stronger than the first. There's more narrative, and there's more humour. If you are thinking of switching off after fifteen minutes due to lack of plot you should probably persevere.

Be ready to rinse your eyes out afterwards.