This film is a blast, watch it with your friends sometime.
It starts off as a twisted mobster fairy-tale, similar to David Lynch's "Wild at Heart." Full of wild and unusual characters, the greatest flaw is that no one in this movie seems to be able to make up their minds. Slue and Pearl are always fighting, but sometimes switch sides only to fight more. In every scene starring Weasel and Charlie P. they seem to trade personalities, each in turn being nervous and sly, or reckless and dumb.
Chekov's gun (or rather, his howitzer) is surprisingly and spectacularly used in the first act to much greater effect than if saved until the end. Along with this unusual device, the comedy of the film is generally spot on. Although not always intentional, there are plenty of moments which will make you laugh-out-loud, from Pearl's introduction, Sandy's jump scare (she swigs a beer and smiles to reveal the most black and barnacled set of chompers you'll ever lay eyes on), and Rose's utter lack of awareness towards Sonnyboy's condition.
The movie takes a Tarzan-Jane path with Sonnyboy's love interest, but subvert traditional stories by making Rose a complete idiot. She discovers him naked in a cage, decides he's just a shy teenage boy, and proceeds to tell him her dreams while he clearly wants her to let him out. Their bizarre relationship culminates with Rose's line "How come you never talk to me?" in the final act.
The final enigma is the ethical spin of this movie. The wise town surgeon, "Doc," condemns Slue with the line, "Now good people are getting hurt." Nothing crazy, but it's really not clear who the "good" people are. Everyone except Sonnyboy are either criminals, or part of the town lynch mob out to kill him. Sonnyboy should be likeable for his good looks and sympathetic circumstances, only his goblin-voiced inner monologue distances him from the viewer. It's not even a revenge story like you might expect, he just kinda loves everybody for no reason.
Anyway, definitely fun, but lacks the substance to send a message or push the limits of filmmaking.
It starts off as a twisted mobster fairy-tale, similar to David Lynch's "Wild at Heart." Full of wild and unusual characters, the greatest flaw is that no one in this movie seems to be able to make up their minds. Slue and Pearl are always fighting, but sometimes switch sides only to fight more. In every scene starring Weasel and Charlie P. they seem to trade personalities, each in turn being nervous and sly, or reckless and dumb.
Chekov's gun (or rather, his howitzer) is surprisingly and spectacularly used in the first act to much greater effect than if saved until the end. Along with this unusual device, the comedy of the film is generally spot on. Although not always intentional, there are plenty of moments which will make you laugh-out-loud, from Pearl's introduction, Sandy's jump scare (she swigs a beer and smiles to reveal the most black and barnacled set of chompers you'll ever lay eyes on), and Rose's utter lack of awareness towards Sonnyboy's condition.
The movie takes a Tarzan-Jane path with Sonnyboy's love interest, but subvert traditional stories by making Rose a complete idiot. She discovers him naked in a cage, decides he's just a shy teenage boy, and proceeds to tell him her dreams while he clearly wants her to let him out. Their bizarre relationship culminates with Rose's line "How come you never talk to me?" in the final act.
The final enigma is the ethical spin of this movie. The wise town surgeon, "Doc," condemns Slue with the line, "Now good people are getting hurt." Nothing crazy, but it's really not clear who the "good" people are. Everyone except Sonnyboy are either criminals, or part of the town lynch mob out to kill him. Sonnyboy should be likeable for his good looks and sympathetic circumstances, only his goblin-voiced inner monologue distances him from the viewer. It's not even a revenge story like you might expect, he just kinda loves everybody for no reason.
Anyway, definitely fun, but lacks the substance to send a message or push the limits of filmmaking.