Like Faulkner’s The Sound and The Fury, Anatasio splits Killer Thong into three different sections that examine the story from three different perspectives. The third section that closes the movie is the most literal breakdown of what really happened, seen from the perspective of the male strippers. The first section follows Chris’s dream world scenario, where the man-panties prey on humans and must be destroyed. While the last part is the unvarnished reality of the events, the first part is the fantastical emotional reworking of the same events through the logic of a dream. Then there is the middle section, where the hidden bat wings unfurl.
“Killer Thong then transcends its gimmick party trappings and goes into its own galaxy of indie cinematic misbehavior.”
This is the perfect topography for your movie partying journey. The first act is perfect to get her going on, with the booze and weed taking effect as everything gets totally wacko. The third act is a good comedown, bringing everything to a chill place in the cold morning light. But what waits for your nervous system in the second act is what really matters. Once your buzz has gotten loud, your vision gets fat, and you feel the addle hit you, you will enter the truly bizarre middle section. It is here where Anatasio takes the opportunity to go in a full-blown experimental art direction. Killer Thong then transcends its gimmick party trappings and goes into its own galaxy of indie cinematic misbehavior.
First, you notice the face paint. Then you really notice the body paint. Then you stop noticing and start being one with the midnight sun shining hard in the second act. Before watching, you will need to prepare your jaw for its new life on the floor. If the first act is what the subconscious saw as a dream, the second act is what lies beneath that dream, where the subconscious doesn’t dare look. Having already fulfilled all the expectations of the premise, Anatasio gets to color outside the lines for a spell before everyone comes down to Earth. But the midway field-trip to the reaches of comprehension is why Killer Thong is the Eraserhead of psychotic undergarment movies. Roll up a fat joint and stick it in Killer Thong along with the rest of your face. It will thank you in the morning.
"…Before watching, you will need to prepare your jaw for its new life on the floor. "
