Trash Humpers review

Posted on 14 July 2010
By Toni Garden
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Knowing the premise to this film from the get-go, you only have yourself to blame if your choosing to watch it.

Being filmed on an analogue VHS recorder, director Harmony Korine has created an ode to horror in this 77 minute mash-up of Leather Face’s home movies.

Trash Humpers are a trio of deranged, ASBO elderly imitators with a fetish for exhibitionism and doing unfunny things.

Watching the trash humpers do their thing is like watching an elderly, rabid dog discover it has genitals and going for gold on the nearest inanimate object.

The spirit of Tod Browning’s Freaks lives on in Korine’s tirade of terror and unforgiving vision. Leaving no room for a comic relief, the audience is constantly assaulted.

Whether it be a dead body lying naked in a field, grey and rotting or watching a deranged child making Patrick Bateman look like a pussycat as he beats a doll to pieces with a hammer.

The Beavis and Butt-head snickering and constant cackling at their own antics serves to not only be creepy but also to justify the hill-billy behaviour as a bit of fun.

When the masked freaks appear to have murdered a man dressed in a french maid costume for no good reason, well, it just makes sense.

Those thinking they’re pretty open minded may think twice after a slice of this Hill-Billy humour. From gay jokes, to racist anecdotes and graphic scenes of simulated suffixation, this has something to offend everyone.

It’s not for the faint hearted or easily offended. Go see The Twilight Saga if you’re looking for a scary flick, because this is pure horror.

By the end of the film, it feels as though you could go straight to hell and see nothing worse than you have already experienced through Korine’s lense.

If you enjoyed Texas Chainsaw Massacre you may want to check out Trash Humpers, then we’ll see who’s laughing.

For the record, I was terrified.

Trash Humpers will be showing in Liverpool at FACT on August, 4 and the Wolstenholme Creative Space on August, 7.