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If nothing else, "Trash humpers" is a truly original film and it's extremely hard to find any useful references in the history of cinema to make some meaningful comparison. It somehow reminded me of von Trier's The Idiots. It had a similarly obscure climax and the characters' sexual behaviour was also far from normal. Still Korine's film is much more hardcore and after all it's really mostly a movie about old people humping trash. Not the most pleasant visual experience but seriously original and definitely encouraging discussion.
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OK and what did I think about the film then? Well... it's a movie about people humping trash cans. Bins. And general rubbish. But... it's also a movie about free individuals, artists that may not even realize they are ones. Or at least that's what I thought and actually Korine seems to be suggesting this as well by saying: "There can be a creative beauty in their mayhem and destruction. You could say these characters are poets or mystics of mayhem… comedic with a vaudevillian horror."
You are misleading the non-viewer because humping trash cans is only a fraction of the on screen activity of the characters. The artist aspect is definitely there.
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The outskirts of Nashville might as well be the ruins of a vast mental hospital, with former inmates wandering through its deserted dumps and dead-end streets. As bucolic as the image of a discarded toilet reposing in a field of weeds, Trash Humpers revels in the melancholy beauty of random photographic reproduction—a pair of pink stretch pants illuminating the debris in an overgrown shed or, lit from within, the blue awning that adorns a featureless concrete slab. It's ultimately less a celebration of impulse behavior than a celebration of the parodic impulse to record.
After all, Hobrerman was on the jury that selected the Nyff 2009 roster, including TRASH HUMPERS. When I read this passage, I think of some of the great contemporary art photographers of the American South, such as Clarance John Laughlin, Ralph Eurene Meatyard (who made liberal use of masks), and (the ost highly regarded now) William Eggleston. Or we can go to the Eighties specifically, evoked by TRASH HUMPERS' format, to the surrealism of Joel-Peter Witkin; or bo back further to non-southern photograpic cousins like William Klein or, needless to say, Diane Arbus. It's interesting to consider how much still photography has from its origins dwelt on the insane, and on the derelict. Both seem to lend themselves to the medium, and to go together. It's also true that despite all the awe expressed at modern cinematography's tricks and wonders, it rarely achieves the edge or sophistication or complexity of still art photography. Korine is very much a southern artist, and this may be too little noted. For the "parodic impulse to record," take a look at the revealing Michael Almereyda documentary