Kuso

Kuso is the debut feature from writer/director Flying Lotus, and like Julia Ducournau’s 2016 debut Raw, it has been hyped up with overblown stories (that FlyLo himself has contested) of walkouts and vomiting. The film follows a scattered handful of plague-ridden Los Angelenos as they pick through their shit-smeared, cum-stained daily lives after an apocalyptic earthquake.
Accordingly, its episodic structure is closer to the rat-a-tat gross-out of an ABCs of Death movie than the sustained debasement of Pier Paolo Pasolini’s 1975 Salò or its many children—each thread of the film even gets its own credits sequence. It feels like a rough-hewn anthology film, framed loosely by two virtuoso spoken-word pieces by rapper Busdriver, cut with mixed-media collage interstitials and peppered with cameos from actors, animators, musicians, and more.
FlyLo came up doing Adult Swim bumper music while working on his first record, and Adult Swim’s enervating body humor (like body horror, but for stoned teenagers) is all over Kuso. How much you will enjoy the parade of juicy farts, wet piles of shit, gloopy cum, chunky vomit and aborted fetuses is directly dependent on your tolerance for 3AM munchies television. Mine is particularly low.