Yet another film made by Whites expressing the many oddities of their culture. By pretending to be retarded the characters here play jokes on those who are taken in by their performance, yet no real answer to the lack of happiness in a materialistic culture is ever offered - save the schizophrenia on offer here. Trying to explore their 'inner idiot', they create what does not exist by retreating into childhood behavior patterns. The would-be critique of a shallow and empty West then becomes nothing more than just another example of it - just like the short-lived Hippie movement.
Like Godard's Weekend this movie is obsessed with a self-confessedly dogmatic system that especially and expressly evade artifice in that there is no post-production on the images and sound, but this does not represent any kind of thinking outside of the box that it intends: It laughs at rather than with.
The often very funny characterization is excellent, however, and the actors represent themselves as they really are to great effect as they expose the empty hypocrisy of those they meet, in stylistic parody of Candid Camera. The characters here clearly in a great deal of pain because of their learned emotional retardation - and the actors play it perfectly. R D Laing would have loved this.
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