Singapore sling: O anthropos pou agapise ena ptoma Reviews
Comedy, horror, surrealism, (mostly simulated) sex, vomit. Yes, all the ingredients are there for the greatest cult movie ever made, but something is badly missing. There's some poor slapstick, there's a lot of dreadful acting by Meredyth Herold (but not dreadful in the way that made George Kuchar a genius), and the balance of ingredients is wrong - there really isn't enough sex in what wants to be a Fest but fails. Adding more and abandoning the simulation would have made the ending, which possibly inspired David Fincher, more shocking. In fact there is a tiny bit of frame-modification in this DVD (it says in German on the box), not that I can remember the original, but tiny would be the operative word. I'm sure it relates to the use of the strap-on, so it's a shame that was censored out.
It would probably best have benefited if its plot had mounted in tension towards the end, but it develops and slows, develops and slows, and just as you hope something is going to happen, it nearly does. It gets there finally, but, it's, a, struggle.
This film was billed by the Scala cinema as the new Thundercrack when I saw it in 1990. But I was disappointed then, and I'm disappointed now. A massive waste of potential. Even if it's "ok", I'm not happy that it's merely "ok", so how many stars do I give it? 2.9 rounded down works for me at the moment, but, like the other reviewer, you might easily love it, and I wouldn't hold it against you - it may be just a matter of personal taste.
A movie of crowded compositions, absurd atmospherics and eccentric sex scenes, Nikos Nikolaidis' nasty-piece is unlike anything else you'll ever see.
The film takes the tropes of film noir, cutesy cartoons, black comedy and surrealism, and merges them all into a maddening, meandering tale of whistling winds and schizophrenic sex play. Men are raped, and showered in vomit and pee, women masturbate with mushy food, everyone speaks in the third person and nobody (including us) has a clue what the hell is happening or why.
It's a dirty great mess of colossal proportions, but the film's calling card is simple: through all the cringing and all the confusion, it never ceases to fascinate.
Monochrome madness with a unique creep-factor.