Choppy, choppy, choppy. After the first 20 minutes, I was beginning to wonder if this film had a plot at all. The director couldn't stay focused on one scene long enough to engage me in the story. What story? Trust me, I could sum it up in one fragmented sentence, but I don't want to be blacklisted. One technique annoyingly overdone is ending scenes with one of the characters staring pensively off into the distance while the next song from the MTV soundtrack begins. The only redeeming quality to Hideous Kinky for me was some fairly good photography, but it wasn't good enough to warrant one hour and 40 minutes of disjointed storytelling.
Review of Hideous Kinky
