I feel dirty. When it comes to my guilty pleasure movies, I have always felt justified in some manner in liking them. After all, that is the point of this feature. But today, I feel dirty. I am writing this in a haze of shame as I constantly, critically ask myself why on earth do I like Freddy Got Fingered? For a start, I have never liked Tom Green or his ‘outrageous’ comedy that seemed more nonsensical drivel than wit. And I loathe, to an extent, gross out comedies relying too heavily on bodily functions. Yet, somewhere in my mind, going against every instinct in my body, Freddy Got Fingered has stuck with me as a movie I love and will still giggle at now.
Freddy Got Fingered is a wild, ridiculous movie. It revolves around Gord (Tom Green,) a 28 year old unemployed cartoonist who still lives with his family. Gord is a slacker, much to the disdain of his father Jim (played by Rip Torn). From there, film pretty much loses a plot and becomes a film about the raging hate between father and son. There are many pranks, a loose love interest and a sort of script about struggling artists and stifling creativity. It is beyond anything ever made, ever.
I don’t think there are enough words in the English language to really, really express how low this movie goes. If you think the Wayans brothers hit it with Scary Movie, then you are wrong. Because they never really got to the depth of poor taste as Tom Green did with this pile of crap. There is never a minute without either sheer madcap weirdness or vile disgusting jokes. This doesn’t just push the boundaries of taste; it eats it, shits it out and spreads it around. Just a few examples of the level of humour we are going for here; there is an ejaculating elephant, a kid who gets mutilated by helicopter blades, a baby swung by the umbilical cord and not to mention a molestation accusation. There are pretty much no jokes here, just how many stomachs can we make churn. No wonder it was panned by audiences, critics and everyone in the entire history of man, generally thought of as one of the worst movies of all time.
The hell do I know!?
Well, I do actually. As I pointed out in Van Wilder, there is a part of me that likes crass stuff. Perhaps it’s because I first watched this when I was 11 and the childhood innocence of watching something so risqué still burns in the heart of me. And why not? Who says there has to be boundaries when it comes to cinema? Not Tom Green and, in retrospect, looking at this movie at the time it was made, never has a writer or comedian been so free in their work. That really comes through with this little ditty, which some could compare to the equally tasteless Pink Flamingos. It’s trashy and sometimes, a little trash is good. Let me tell you this now, you can show me Zebras in America (Gord’s final cartoon,) or Daddy would you like some sausages and I will laugh so hard. In fact, so much harder than the ‘clever’ comedies of today.
Now that’s been said, it’s time to go have shower. Never in writing about film have I been so torn to write a guilty pleasure as I have with this one. It walks a thin line with its hooves, its crazy hooves. Yet a lot of critics who panned it have turned around and celebrated it in some way. It is sure memorable. So watch Freddy Got Fingered with a pinch of salt...
Followed by several shots tequila…