I was right.
U.S. premiere, Film Comment Selects, Walter Reade Theater.
More of the horrid same from Larry Clark, who would probably make snuff films if he could do so without having to serve hard time afterwards. This is, by a significant margin, his most disjointed, grotesque, repellent feature film to date. And, he claims (disturbingly, but unsurprisingly), his most personal.
Utter, nonsensical trash. Bring a nose plug.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
This movie has so much going for it that I won't dwell for too long on its shortcomings. The script glosses over a few major improbabilities that pop up on the way to some terrific suspense set-pieces. I was fascinated by the depiction of life in the concentration camps, as this is by far the earliest film (1940) that I’ve seen that even acknowledges their existence; but this section of the film is clearly based on a very limited understanding…