Despite the outrageous premise, writer/director & star Tyler Cornack’s film plays it (sort of) straight, which makes for an unforgettable, jaw-dropping, 99 minutes of celluloid madness.
Cornack plays the lead- sad sack Chip Gutchell, an office IT drone in a loveless marriage, who, after a lively prostrate exam, discovers he likes to put things up his butt. A bar of soap. The TV remote. A small dog. Even a child from the park. Tyler Rice plays Russel Fox, a troubled, alcoholic detective who suspects Gutchell but, not surprisingly, cannot get his higher-ups to believe him. (Rice adds a nice, sexy, rumpled, intensity to the role).
As I said, this low-budget wonder plays out in a deadpan, almost neo-noir style which adds a weirder element to this tale of the ultimate bottom. I hesitate to give anything more away, but the last 20 minutes are so sick and twisted (and satisfying) you will question your sanity.
(This is playing on “Demand” and you really need to see it to believe it).
Oh wow, Dennis! I thought you were making all this up, so I decided to see if I could get it On Demand. It was there!! I watched it! OMG! My sanity has been irreparably compromised. I saw it and I still don’t believe it. LOL!! Thanks!