Gummo director Harmony Korine treads the same ground that faux documentarian Mary Ellen Mark built her photography career on. Take agreeable white trash, freaks, and assorted fringe characters and pose them to suit your vision. Half documentary and half narrative, Gummo actually kept me interested in what was going on. Or at least interested enough to keep watching. Unlike the unwatchable "Kids", Gummo's mixed formats and interstitial moments of narrated observations on a cavalcade of white trash, was enthralling.
It's like watching a train wreck right in front of you. It's ghastly and terrifying, but you won't stop watching.
It's like watching a train wreck right in front of you. It's ghastly and terrifying, but you won't stop watching.