As a corrective to Hollywood, former enfant terrible Harmony Korine returns. Well, the director of Gummo is not an enfant any more, certainly, but what this nightmarish piece signifies is unclear. Shot on old VHS, as if found somewhere by the roadside, its home video-style images show a group of screeching oldsters rubbing themselves up against garbage bins and metal fences, cackling and drinking and masturbating. It's not really a film, as such, maybe more of a Paul McCarthy-type art piece headfuck.