this shit is so fucking good its like chris farley on pcp. theres sounds of women moaning while he eats raw liver out the fridge with sound effects so loud and squelchy it feels like hes actively trying to make you turn the movie off. he throws up gallons of vomit and dies a million times in one second only to wake up as the same pig that he was. all we do is eat our own shit and then cause 9/11 to happen to everyone around us every second we leave the house. everything is directed by stephen spielberg and everyone is trying to kill you. so funny.

this shit is so fucking good its like chris farley on pcp. theres sounds of women moaning while he eats raw liver out the fridge with sound effects so loud and squelchy it feels like hes actively trying to make you turn the movie off. he throws up gallons of vomit and dies a million times in one second only to wake up as the same pig that he was. all we do is eat our own shit and then cause 9/11 to happen to everyone around us every second we leave the house. everything is directed by stephen spielberg and everyone is trying to kill you. so funny.

This made me feel schizophrenic

This made me feel schizophrenic

exhausting oh my god

exhausting oh my god

“The world’s a nicer place in my beautiful balloon” ~trailer

Bob is like the inverse philosopher king of post-9/11 neoliberalism. The othered, ostracized, destroyed homeless population of this country is conveyed through the lens (and NOISE!) of homelessness to depict the top-down effect of an American paranoia haunted by the 70s, where armies, states, police, and rich people are eager to attack in the name of defense and seek to have these war-like urges carried out in the textual content of the media apparatus. This isn’t solution-based, moralist filmmaking, it reveals more than you or I can stomach. Upon its conclusion all I could think about was how stupid we all are to systematically kill the homeless and sick on a daily basis and blabber about anything else or seek any sort of escape from a world we constructed. Anti-cinema to the core.

Bob is an all-consuming, all-seeing nightmare, a product of class antagonisms, the farcical capitalist means of art production and reproduction, and processed foods. The images of desire that marked arts before the neoliberal age were of nobility, property, and authority. The physical characteristics of these traits remained ambiguous. Packard seems to assert in this film that the age of the consumer, where advertisements have become the main vessel of what image is to be desired, makes this image, in truth, a decadent downward spiral with extreme physical and mental struggles for those who cannot afford the previously mentioned nobility, property, and authority. This is not a film for everyone. I feel like you need to have enjoyed YouTube Poops growing up to enjoy it, but it’s a frantic odyssey through the life of what can almost be called a representation of the final ideal or ubermensch of bourgeois society. It’s kinda like Wall-E (lol) in its utterly BLEAK characterization of the future body and its objects. 

Nicole Vanderhoff as Julie is tremendous. While Bob is certainly attention grabbing, Julie’s few flashback moments that build on Bob’s present state are incredibly beautiful. This isn’t some schlocky mess like the trailer kinda purposely makes it seem. It’s a psychedelic masterpiece.

“The world’s a nicer place in my beautiful balloon” ~trailer

Bob is like the inverse philosopher king of post-9/11 neoliberalism. The othered, ostracized, destroyed homeless population of this country is conveyed through the lens (and NOISE!) of homelessness to depict the top-down effect of an American paranoia haunted by the 70s, where armies, states, police, and rich people are eager to attack in the name of defense and seek to have these war-like urges carried out in the textual content of the media apparatus. This isn’t solution-based, moralist filmmaking, it reveals more than you or I can stomach. Upon its conclusion all I could think about was how stupid we all are to systematically kill the homeless and sick on a daily basis and blabber about anything else or seek any sort of escape from a world we constructed. Anti-cinema to the core.

Bob is an all-consuming, all-seeing nightmare, a product of class antagonisms, the farcical capitalist means of art production and reproduction, and processed foods. The images of desire that marked arts before the neoliberal age were of nobility, property, and authority. The physical characteristics of these traits remained ambiguous. Packard seems to assert in this film that the age of the consumer, where advertisements have become the main vessel of what image is to be desired, makes this image, in truth, a decadent downward spiral with extreme physical and mental struggles for those who cannot afford the previously mentioned nobility, property, and authority. This is not a film for everyone. I feel like you need to have enjoyed YouTube Poops growing up to enjoy it, but it’s a frantic odyssey through the life of what can almost be called a representation of the final ideal or ubermensch of bourgeois society. It’s kinda like Wall-E (lol) in its utterly BLEAK characterization of the future body and its objects. 

Nicole Vanderhoff as Julie is tremendous. While Bob is certainly attention grabbing, Julie’s few flashback moments that build on Bob’s present state are incredibly beautiful. This isn’t some schlocky mess like the trailer kinda purposely makes it seem. It’s a psychedelic masterpiece.