I saw this film at one of Crispin Glover's personal appearances where he reads from his books and answers outraged audience questions. The outrage doesn't stem from the books, but from a film he shows alonside the readings that can best be described as "experimental". In part, it is a symbolic film, open to individual interpretation. It's also follows the dadaists and surrealists in its desire to shock the "bourgeoisie" - if only such a class still existed. The film has three sections: the first features young actors with Downs Syndrome doing things (it's hard to figure out exactly what as they are mostly incomprehensible) and the start of a repeating motif of snails, which are constantly crushed or salted during the film; the second takes place in the lead character's subconscious: a fantasy marshland with Glover as the Ego, a man with cerebral palsy as the Id (he arrives in a clam shell pulled by a naked woman wearing an elephant head) and several naked black women with monkey heads carrying watermelons; the third takes place in the living room of a Spanish-style house with Glover, two concubines played by women with Downs Syndrome, a man with Downs Syndrome dressed as a Roman emperor and a black and white minstrel. The film cuts between these different scenes, but it's difficult to say what it's all about. Obviously about transgression: there are racist and sexist elements (playing a song by Johnny Rebel called "Niggers Never Die" ("They just smell that way.") while a naked woman wearing a monkey head stimulates the genitals of the cerebral palsied Id ranks high up there); Glover wears a fur coat; a pedophilic painting of Shirley Temple with swastikas; etc., etc. I don't think I'm jaded because I can be offended by things, but maybe because it was so obvious what he was doing I had trouble taking it seriously. After a while, the snail massacre got a little boring too. Interestingly, amongst all the taboo-breaking (racism, sexism, pedophilia, fur-wearing, exploitation, etc.) it's the rather harmless snail killing that provoked the most outrage (although the grossest snail head severing had a woman loudly guffawing behind me). I suppose in that sense the film succeeds.