Gummo is often remembered for its unflinching depictions of the grotesque; a boy in bunny ears pissing off a bridge, spaghetti hoops eaten in a filthy bathtub; a rasher of bacon sellotaped to a tiled bathroom wall; cockroaches. Yet, in this collection of vignettes that look at teenagers in parochial small-town America, Korine locates innocence in the perverse. The film finds tenderness in an exchange between teenage cat-hunter Solomon (Jacob Reynolds) and a disabled prostitute; ecstatic joy in a violent tussle between a burly, skinheaded pair of identical twins; nostalgia in a swimming-pool threesome soundtracked by Roy Orbison’s Crying.
Simran Hans, Sight & Sound
“Come and smell the rotting corpse of America — while it lasts.” No, that’s not the ad slogan for Gummo, the first film directed by Kids screenwriter Harmony Korine, but it might as well be.
In Gummo, Korine offers a grim, darkly humorous postmortem on small-town America. Kids sniff glue and worship the devil. Adults molest children. Cats gets strung up to die, and Korine, who distorts it all into a Hieronymus Bosch like canvas, rejoices in the rot he’s recorded.
Edward Guthmann, San Francisco Chronicle
The film will be screened on a 35mm film print.