John Waters' The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie — mayhaps a reductive way of interpreting this absurdist political satire, but there's simply no denying that at Sweet Movie's core lies a sensational Bunuellian surrealist spirit and scathing critique on social conventions and the institutions that enforce them, and a Waters-esque abandonment of anything in good taste in favour of antagonising the viewer with morbidly ribald scenes of inanity.
I've seen enough weird fucked up fetish shit on the internet that the stuff presented here didn't really phase me — men vomiting then pissing then shitting then getting shit rubbed on them is just one of the many instances throughout where bodily fluids get thrown around haphazardly — but That One Scene™ on the boat involving the kids maybe went too far, to the point that Anna Prucnal was exiled from Poland after outcry from the Polish authorities, claiming the film as anticommunist and pornographic.
In spite of all that, I think I enjoyed my time here watching all this hilariously stupid shit play out in the name of satire. It's deliriously abrasive and experimental, with a collagelike structure, jumping from one bizarre disconnected setpiece to the next with rapid momentum, uninhibited in its excessive transgressions. Completely understandable why someone would hate this. It's an affront to virtually everything considered good taste, but if you like films with an arthouse-meets-grindhouse attitude that revel in the bawdy while tacking on societal commentary, there are worse choices out there than Sweet Movie.
John Waters' The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie — mayhaps a reductive way of interpreting this absurdist political satire, but there's simply no denying that at Sweet Movie's core lies a sensational Bunuellian surrealist spirit and scathing critique on social conventions and the institutions that enforce them, and a Waters-esque abandonment of anything in good taste in favour of antagonising the viewer with morbidly ribald scenes of inanity.
I've seen enough weird fucked up fetish shit on the internet that the stuff presented here didn't really phase me — men vomiting then pissing then shitting then getting shit rubbed on them is just one of the many instances throughout where bodily fluids get thrown around haphazardly — but That One Scene™ on the boat involving the kids maybe went too far, to the point that Anna Prucnal was exiled from Poland after outcry from the Polish authorities, claiming the film as anticommunist and pornographic.
In spite of all that, I think I enjoyed my time here watching all this hilariously stupid shit play out in the name of satire. It's deliriously abrasive and experimental, with a collagelike structure, jumping from one bizarre disconnected setpiece to the next with rapid momentum, uninhibited in its excessive transgressions. Completely understandable why someone would hate this. It's an affront to virtually everything considered good taste, but if you like films with an arthouse-meets-grindhouse attitude that revel in the bawdy while tacking on societal commentary, there are worse choices out there than Sweet Movie.
