lol, this movie is completely and utterly diseased, and god help me I think I loved it. It also perhaps exists as the most succinct definition of camp I've yet encountered. On a surface level, this is super bleak material. Practically every character in this thing is a depraved sociopath (at best). They could have played it straight and this would've been the kind of edgelord-y 'extreme cinema' endurance test that I have zero time for. But no matter how dark things got (and they get DARK), the tongue is firmly planted in cheek at all turns. One particular scene (which I gather must be fairly infamous) is just jaw-droppingly, taboo-bustingly nihilistic and the kind of thing that probably would've led to me shutting a more tonally serious movie off in disgust...but instead I kinda laughed my ass off over the particular way it was handled? This is a movie for those who can appreciate the lighter side of sickfuckery and don't mind being on a watchlist.

Oh, the plot, you ask? Well, it centers around a boarding house whose electrolysis technician proprietor also hires girls to do literally any terrible thing that someone is willing to pay to have done. On some level, this functions as a stark critique of the inevitable 'anything for a buck' terminal point of late capitalism, but it's largely just sleazy, nutzoid proto-USA Up All Night grand guignol capital-t Traaaaash.

I'm pretty sure this is the first Warhol-produced film I've seen? I have no idea how representative it is but I'm definitely intrigued to see more. Most emphatically NOT recommended for the easily offended, but if you're a sicko who's up for a number of very guilty laughs, go have yourself a ball and content yourself with never getting this grime out from under your nails no matter how hard you scrub.

P.S. That goof-ass opening/closing theme is a demonic earworm that has been playing pretty much nonstop in my brain from pretty much the first moment I heard it so if you know a good specialist please help. Please.