The best summer blockbuster of the year. The year is 1998.
The night before I watched Kuso, I watched Trevor Juras' "The Interior." I liked it pretty well, and I thought a couple of scenes were surprisingly effective, but when the credits rolled, I felt empty. "I'm getting tired of these pretentious art house mumblecore horror movies where nothing really crazy happens because they didn't have the budget for a rubber monster," I thought to myself. Thankfully, Flying Lotus heard my prayer.
This is a weird, jarring, offensive, disgusting movie, but…