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[quote]The “political camp art musical” is a rare bird indeed, and perhaps justly so; as a movie’s genres multiply, so surely must the problems. But Existo has so much manic energy it works, despite having the intermittent feel of a metastasizing performance piece. The title character is a hyper idiot-savant who looks like a demented janitor with greasy hair and a worn-out suit. In this bizarre post-apocalyptic world, the religious right has taken over but a pack of revolutionaries — artists and queens mostly, it seems — led by Existo stages “illegal” performance pieces and “drive-by art events.” Song titles include such ditties as “Hegel’s Navel,” “I’m a White Bread Poodle,” and the hummable “Fuckin’ A,” which features Existo bouncing up and down on a big beach ball screaming the title phrase to an audience of jaded scenesters. Existo is the multitalented (and quite mad-looking) Bruce Arnston, who also wrote the fun music. The cast appears to be a lot of performance artists and queens from Nashville, including the late Jim Varney of Ernest movies fame. There’s lots of rude imagery, dildos every few minutes, snipes at the lunatic right wing, and plenty of drag, and the filmmakers ultimately keep the chaotic fun rolling right along with the cultural critique. Inexplicably, an early cut of the film featured a great opening number cut from the DVD release. It’s the memorably vulgar “Just Do Me,” warbled by a fat drag queen who looks like Jonathan Winters genetically spliced with Rae Bourbon.
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t must have been the penis-shaped pogo sticks. Last June, the Saturday-night shows at the Nashville Independent Film Festival triggered the biggest demand for tickets in the fest's 30-year history. So jammed was the festival's ticket line with calls that the ordering system crashed. Additional screenings were hastily arranged at the last minute, and even then staffers had to cut off a waiting list hundreds of names long.
The occasion was the first public screening here of Existo, easily the most talked-about feature to be produced in Nashville in years. Shot, cast, produced, post-produced, and financed locally, the futuristic political satire is the brainchild of director Coke Sams and coscreenwriter/star Bruce Arntson, who convinced virtually every theater actor and technician in town to lend a hand. The result represents an almost two-year investment for most of its cast and crew--not to mention the latest hope for a Nashville-generated feature that will galvanize the city's perpetually nascent film community [...]
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Existo is a film that developed a cult reputation almost from the time it premiered. It has wilfully been construed as a genre-bending effort. The mind quite boggles at the number of disparate genres Existo ends up colluding and outrightly bending - it is a musical, a dystopian sf film and has a clearly Marxist manifesto. And it was made in Nashville, no less ! - not exactly a place renowned as a hotbed of Marxist politics and/or musical drag acts.
It is a film with a sharp political agenda. And that alone is something that makes it quite welcome - having been made independently it is without the usual watered-down-so-as-not-to-offend-Middle-America political line that comes after a product is fed through the studio system. And the film is unique in that most of its political debate is relayed in song. For nearly half the film the songs seem to be about all that it has to offer with nothing ever really coalescing into any semblance of a plot. (Although when it does pick up a plot of sorts in the last half it is very funny). However the songs are so cleverly entertaining it doesn’t matter too much. Arnston as songwriter has some marvellous turns of lyrical phrase (he reminds somewhat of a more agit-prop version of the darkly acerbic Roger Waters). The film is almost worth listening to for the lyrics alone.
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