1996 movie
Rating: 15/20
Plot: A dying rich guy hires shirtless men to stick fingers in his orifices.
"I don't understand why people like to eat together but hate to defecate together."
Trying to figure out how many orifices Anthony Quinn had put me on the edge of my seat!
This is Daryush Shokof's first feature-length film, and one of Quinn's last. The former's lack of experience isn't a hindrance; in fact, there's a lo-fi experimental flavor to this that is refreshing. Some cheap special effects, questionable pacing, and random surrealistic droppings add to a weirdness. One wonders what the appeal for an actor like Quinn would have been, but apparently he was all-in on this project. It's unclear what a lot of it means, but who cares about that when you get to watch a dance sequence with Quinn and four shirtless guys who each have a finger in a nostril or ear hole.
Ear nostril? Is that a thing?
These blog entries today are completely useless, and I'd like to apologize for them.
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