There's few things more satisfying in life than to watch such a film as this, where an idiotic serial killer gets to expound his racist, homophobic, xenophopbic, base-level and ego-filled views comedically throughout a film in which he kills maybe 100 or so people, most by blasting them with a handgun.

Few topics are spared in the killer's appropriation of his world, which is what makes this so great. The killer is silly, entertaining and quick-witted, yet crass, tacky, and jokey; our main character draws the filmmakers into his world as victims and perpetrators just as real life archetypes (less dangerous) of this type of personality draw sychophants and suckups.

A theme for the movie comes with this song, from an incontinent hospital mate (after he goes down in a boxing ring): "I shit for nights, I shit for days, I shit all over, I shit always!" and this line "You sure raise a stink over a crap!"

What makes it all work is such humor. The killer and everything he stands for are nothing but stupid. Watching the film crew and other people constantly take this moron at face value allows the viewer to successfully see through the killing business to the true human nature beneath.

--Tony Leonardo
July 18, 2001