Saturday, 4 December 2010


I was hesitant about posting something that basically amounts to hardore pornography from the tailend of a late seventies movement attempting a push into the mainstream via an over saturation of arthouse surrealism.
However two standout scenes earn it a place in my quest to have my face pushed into cinema's underbelly. The first, in which a man dressed as a giant cereal box is graphically fellated whilst another chap dressed as a piece of toast dementedly leaps about playing a saxaphone, being far superseded by the second whereby a lady grasps a sturdy erection only to discover in drawn out horror that she is actually holding a stillborn foetus.
And this was meant to turn people on?

1 comment:

  1. I'm hard just thinking about it, but then I do love toast.