Eating Shit
Another gem from my personal DVD collection. Actually, this one - Eating Shit - isn't really that much fun, but an interesting curiosity, nonetheless:
Total turd might be a good way to describe this terrible exploration of the lives of people who are crap fetishists. The bottom line, (so to speak), is that writer/director/producer Tom Turner's delve into the world of coprophiles, is simply not entertaining on any level.
If this were a serious examination of the world of these strange and sick people then it would be interesting but this is little more than a celebration of the film maker's own sick obsession. Nevertheless, the film starts off as if it is a true documentary looking at the background and history of the fetish - did you know, for instance, that Swift the writer was a coprophile, (although anyone who has read the full text of Gulliver's Travels will hardly be surprised. Indeed the first 30 minutes are quite good taking a light tongue-in-cheek look at this strange obsession. Famous historical figures are exposed, from Alistair Crowley's obsession with collecting all of his waste products to prevent them being used in magic spells against him, to such strange stuff as the Manson Family making a life size model of Charlie Manson out of their crap.
Hitler's insistence on regular bowel movements for the SS is a revelation but the whole effort begins to falter when the subject of differing dog crap turns up. A certain John Paller claims to be able to tell different breeds by the taste and texture of stool. Not only do we have to witness this, but we also have to endure his repository of crap stored in a fridge, where he shows what he believes to be the only existing example of the once common white chalky dog turd.
Turner's journeys to Europe and America see him become far too involved in his subject, a fatal mistake for a film maker. Sadly, we're forced to see him indulge in coprophile orgies, rolling around and smearing himself and others in excrement. Do we want to see him being tied down and stooled over? Is this just a holiday film that grew with a pseudo- documentary beginning? I think so.
A strange mix of historical fact and fossilised crap, descends into a frenzy of excrement eating and wearing. A low point is the Scottish chip shop owner who craps in the deep fat fryer and sells it as battered Mars bars to drunk Glaswegians. Yuk! Not recommended.
Total turd might be a good way to describe this terrible exploration of the lives of people who are crap fetishists. The bottom line, (so to speak), is that writer/director/producer Tom Turner's delve into the world of coprophiles, is simply not entertaining on any level.
If this were a serious examination of the world of these strange and sick people then it would be interesting but this is little more than a celebration of the film maker's own sick obsession. Nevertheless, the film starts off as if it is a true documentary looking at the background and history of the fetish - did you know, for instance, that Swift the writer was a coprophile, (although anyone who has read the full text of Gulliver's Travels will hardly be surprised. Indeed the first 30 minutes are quite good taking a light tongue-in-cheek look at this strange obsession. Famous historical figures are exposed, from Alistair Crowley's obsession with collecting all of his waste products to prevent them being used in magic spells against him, to such strange stuff as the Manson Family making a life size model of Charlie Manson out of their crap.
Hitler's insistence on regular bowel movements for the SS is a revelation but the whole effort begins to falter when the subject of differing dog crap turns up. A certain John Paller claims to be able to tell different breeds by the taste and texture of stool. Not only do we have to witness this, but we also have to endure his repository of crap stored in a fridge, where he shows what he believes to be the only existing example of the once common white chalky dog turd.
Turner's journeys to Europe and America see him become far too involved in his subject, a fatal mistake for a film maker. Sadly, we're forced to see him indulge in coprophile orgies, rolling around and smearing himself and others in excrement. Do we want to see him being tied down and stooled over? Is this just a holiday film that grew with a pseudo- documentary beginning? I think so.
A strange mix of historical fact and fossilised crap, descends into a frenzy of excrement eating and wearing. A low point is the Scottish chip shop owner who craps in the deep fat fryer and sells it as battered Mars bars to drunk Glaswegians. Yuk! Not recommended.
Labels: Satire
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