I laughed a lot watching this movie, and enjoyed seeing the details of the construction of the puppet characters on the big screen. The first half of the movie was a fun ride, but the story sputters and eventually falls apart near the end. That was okay for me, because I was watching it for jokes, and didn't expect a really sophisticated plot. I was entertained enough that I had a good time, but this movie really could have been a whole lot better. The raunchy jokes were decent but the mystery noir dectective story ended up being really stupid (and a missed opportunity). There's certainly worse out there.
A movie about following your passions and becoming the person of your dreams, disguised as a bio-pic about groundbreaking poet and filmmaker James Broughton
Broughton's most surreal, abstract, dreamlike and bizarre movie. A man plagued by an industrial, modern world hates what he has become, has visions of a strange woman and goes on some kind of quest on an island where he encounters all kinds of tests, tribulations and adventures. This includes naughty nuns, materialism in the form of a man in front of a dresser with drawers full of pigeons which he promptly axes, a swarm of aggressive naked children, naked river nymphs, a leather-clad dominatrix, an alternate version of himself, what may be a succubus helped by masked men, and various other odds and ends, until he makes love to nature and defecates on her. Dream-like super-impositions, cinematography and sound add to this hippy-esque and symbolic fantasy-cum-parable.
