Trash in the Pan

The bizarre, blurry nightmare that is Harmony Korine's Trash Humpers starts ugly, ends confused and spends a lot of time and videotape getting there. On the way, it meanders from lowbrow comedy to snuff-film horror without ever stopping to explain itself. "It is a genre film, but it's just taking bits and pieces of other genres," says Keith Garcia, programming manager for the Denver Film Society. "It's a horror film wrapped in a comedy wrapped in a documentary wrapped in a bizarre, experimental film."

There's no real story, no characters — just three decrepit figures filming themselves breaking shit, singing, dancing and, as the title states, humping trash (trash cans, really). It's shot on antiquated VHS, lending it a surreal sense of watching the strangest home movies ever. There's no music, very little dialogue, and the only sound effects are the eerie laughter and incoherent screeches of the cast, which are constant, irritating and guaranteed to put your nerves on edge. A mad-science hybrid of the self-abuse-as-entertainment genre of Jackass, the bizarre non sequitur humor of an Adult Swim cartoon and pretentious performance art, Trash Humpers must be seen to be believed.

See it at 10 p.m. tonight and tomorrow at Starz FilmCenter, in the Tivoli building on the Auraria campus. Tickets are $9.75 general admission, $7.25 seniors, $7 DFS members and $5 for students. For more info, visit www.denverfilm.org or call 303-595-3456.
Fri., June 18; Sat., June 19, 2010

 
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