A new Sy-Fy original movie. Who seriously approves this shit? Honestly. We don’t deserve our freedoms.

It’s a movie done by the guy behind Wonder Showzen and Xavier: Renegade Angel, so if you’re familiar with those shows, you’ll know what to expect.

The story behind the film is as follows…

“‘Final Flesh’ is a feature film produced in four parts: the script written by Vernon Chatman was divided up and submitted to four unique film production companies that work exclusively in the field of customized adult content. The companies’ shared charter is to produce a film that explores the writer’s chosen fetish – and with this in mind, Vernon wrote with demented determination, in order to push the definition of fetish into the realm of the cosmically absurd. Then he sat back to see what his charges would deliver. The resulting film is an epic narrative for our time. ‘Final Flesh’ is a surreal, apocalyptic ‘My Dinner With Andre’ – in other words, existential, sublime and ridiculous, featuring unmistakeably porno production values and shudderingly unseasoned porno actors and actresses – but no actual sex.”

The trailer below is arguably SFW, yet really bizarre.

First, lets start it off with a little refresher to set the mood. Everyone remembers this classic, right?

Here’s the trailer for the movie. Unfortunately it’s not real, but great nonetheless.

h/t Graham

Let’s rewind to right around when our beloved Juice the Blog was born.

It was at the former residence of Beej, Choof, and Colin where I first heard Brian (BLin) go on his tirade about corn due to (what I’m assuming) was his recent reading of The Omnivore’s Dilemma.  I’ve got to be honest, at the time I thought it was little more than a BriBri rant-du-jour.

I’ve been meaning to say this for a while (especially after I read The Omnivore’s Dilemma not too long ago), but I was wrong.  Mother of fuck was I wrong.

The state of food production and consumption in this country (in addition to the surrounding regulatory bodies and main corporate players) is in an atrocious state.

The path to eating better (in a manner of purchasing higher-quality foods that were more often than not organic and absent of unnecessary corn products or by-products) has been not all that difficult for me.  It’s a lifestyle that requires responsible planning, really, and nothing more (although having a vegetarian girlfriend did ease the transition for me as I was already planning meals for the both of us nightly that were vegetarian safe).

Tonight, I saw Food, Inc., and maybe it’s because I’m more sensitive to audio/visual stimulation (damn my videogame upbringing!), but I finally can relate to the level of rage and passion Brian had that night.  There are some familiar old friends in the film, with both Michael Pollan (Omnivore’s Dilemma), and Eric Schlosser (Fast Food Nation) make significant appearances.  Upton Sinclair’s ubiquitous book The Jungle is also mentioned appropriately.

I don’t really want to take anything away from the film (not like one can really spoil a documentary film), but y’all should really go see it, even if you have read some of the aforementioned books.

Well, Adam and Eric, feel privileged the show was sold out on Saturday. Let Them Chirp Awhile (dir. Jonathan Blitstein) was awful.

The film is a story of a goup of 20-something “artists” that have nothing else to do but talk, because that’s the essence of the movie. The plot is unimportant because it’s as unfocused as the protagonist screenwriter Bobby (played by Justin Rice of Bishop Allen). For a film about a writer, you would think the story would be of strong importance. Dialogue is the tent-pole of the narrative. Not good for a visual medium such as film.

The film, in all essences, is a mumblecore film. By definition, a mumblecore film is a bunch of loser adult-sized children who are too awkward to interact with other human beings because of their inability to obtain any insight on life. The worst part is the attempt to make these kind of people larger than life by putting them on a 25 foot screen, as if I don’t see this enough on the L-train. Let’s face it, America needs some smart filmmakers instead of myopic wannabes that think mentioning Ingmar Bergman in their film is going to make it better.

“You’re a pretentious hack!” This pulled directly from the main character’s dialogue. It’s the best insight the director presented.

So, don’t see it.