Mario and Luigi do torture porn.
There hasn't ever been a documentary that I have been more eager to see than this one. After watching Touch Me In The Morning and seeing the anomaly that are Giuseppe Andrew's films, I was dying to get behind the scenes and see what Giuseppe and his troupe was really like and what sort of convoluted process went into producing those movies. To my joy, this documentary didn't demystify the mystique of his films but actually intensified it. Giuseppe Andrews…
It's a type of film that I have subconsciously always wanted to see, but didn't know it until I had finally watched it. It exudes the incomparable pathos of 60's Avant Garde, a la Kenneth Anger, Derek Jarman and Jack Smith (which is a movement Clementi has every right to belong to but is sadly often left unmentioned imho). The main difference is that instead of dealing with neo-pagan free-thinkers, it's dealing with the 80's underground club-junkies and it is…
The term 'so bad it's good' gets thrown around a lot in places I don't really think they should be, but this is one movie I can't imagine a better term. The ideas and writing all look like they came from a night of heavy drinking at the production studio.
Movies like this tread a really delicate balance, because it can make a movie excruciating but if the stars are aligned just right, it morphs into something uncommonly lovable, and that's what happened with The Mighty Peking Man.