Teenagers Solomon and Tummler kill time in Xenia, Ohio, a small town that has never recovered from the tornado that ravaged the community in the 1970s.
Directed by Harmony Korine
tornado
dark comedy
male friendship
ohio
suburbia
vulgarity
prostitution
home invasion
blunt
albino
glue sniffing
animal cruelty
sister sister relationship
earnest
Rank
#58 in 1997·#3846 overall
Trailer
IMDB
N/A
Letterboxd
3.6 / 5
Cast
Jacob Reynolds
Solomon
Jacob Sewell
Bunny Boy
Nick Sutton
Tummler
Chloë Sevigny
Dot
Carisa Glucksman
Helen
Harmony Korine
Boy on Couch
Max Perlich
Cole
Linda Manz
Solomon's Mother
Mark Gonzales
Chair Wrestler
Tommy Barnes
Tom the Bowler (uncredited)
Crew
Harmony Korine
Director
Harmony Korine
Writer
Christopher Tellefsen
Editor
Jean-Yves Escoffier
Director of Photography
Robin O'Hara
Co-Producer
Cary Woods
Producer
Chloë Sevigny
Costume Design
Monika Petrillo
Script Supervisor
Jacques Jouffret
Steadicam Operator
Kelley Sims
Casting Assistant
Rodney Evans
Assistant Editor
Popular Reviews
1246 reviews
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1.0★ · 02/11/26
maybe this movie is too american for me to enjoy and not to mention all of the cat stuff…
maybe this movie is too american for me to enjoy and not to mention all of the cat stuff…
1
Lisbeth_sally
10.0★ · 02/07/26
Its MY birthday I get to pick the movie
Its MY birthday I get to pick the movie
1
Lisbeth_sally
10.0★ · 11/21/25
Beautiful movie. No matter what people say about this movie i will always love it
Beautiful movie. No matter what people say about this movie i will always love it
1
Malak
8.0★ · 09/04/25
not a second passed without feeling unsettled, which means I probably felt exactly what Korine intended
not a second passed without feeling unsettled, which means I probably felt exactly what Korine intended
1
eu.
9.0★ · 08/18/25
DISASTER BREEDS MORE DISASTER, PASSED DOWN THROUGH BEHAVIOR.
watching this as someone really love experimental filmmaking, i see it less as a narrative than as a living, it's like breathing scrapbook of rural decay, i really love how Korine uses the grammar of cinema like grainy 16mm textures, disjointed editing, handheld chaos, sudden bursts of pop music to mirror the disorientation of a community hollowed out by poverty and neglect. i’m really amazed how korine resists sentimentality, instead creating a brutal yet oddly tender ethnography of america’s forgotten margins, a portrait that recalls the fragmented, alienated storytelling of literature like Faulkner or Burroughs while also carrying echoes of neorealism’s raw immediacy. for me, the film becomes not just about kids shaving eyebrows or killing cats but about how culture itself rots when capitalism and violence leave only scraps to build meaning from, and i found myself strangely amazed by their absurd weird rituals like tap dancing in a dirty kitchen, a boy in bunny ears wandering the ruins which feel like tiny acts of rebellion against the void. as an aspiring filmmaker who loves pushing the aesthetic and political potential of experimental cinema, this film reminded me how form itself can be philosophy: that broken editing can reflect broken lives, that unsettling imagery can force us to confront the lives we’re trained to ignore, and that cinema can be not a polished mirror of society but a jagged shard of glass, cutting through the illusion of normalcy.
this film is like a chewed-up piece of gum stuck under a dirty table it’s ugly(?), sticky, and forgotten, yet it has a weird fascination if you stare at it too long.
DISASTER BREEDS MORE DISASTER, PASSED DOWN THROUGH BEHAVIOR.
watching this as someone really love experimental filmmaking, i see it less as a narrative than as a living, it's like breathing scrapbook of rural decay, i really love how Korine uses the grammar of cinema like grainy 16mm textures, disjointed editing, handheld chaos, sudden bursts of pop music to mirror the disorientation of a community hollowed out by poverty and neglect. i’m really amazed how korine resists sentimentality, instead creating a brutal yet oddly tender ethnography of america’s forgotten margins, a portrait that recalls the fragmented, alienated storytelling of literature like Faulkner or Burroughs while also carrying echoes of neorealism’s raw immediacy. for me, the film becomes not just about kids shaving eyebrows or killing cats but about how culture itself rots when capitalism and violence leave only scraps to build meaning from, and i found myself strangely amazed by their absurd weird rituals like tap dancing in a dirty kitchen, a boy in bunny ears wandering the ruins which feel like tiny acts of rebellion against the void. as an aspiring filmmaker who loves pushing the aesthetic and political potential of experimental cinema, this film reminded me how form itself can be philosophy: that broken editing can reflect broken lives, that unsettling imagery can force us to confront the lives we’re trained to ignore, and that cinema can be not a polished mirror of society but a jagged shard of glass, cutting through the illusion of normalcy.
this film is like a chewed-up piece of gum stuck under a dirty table it’s ugly(?), sticky, and forgotten, yet it has a weird fascination if you stare at it too long.
