I Have Just Seen American Booty
the commune's Rok Finger gets blown. Mentally. 

Monday, Oct. 1, 2001
Good people, it is not very often a movie can change your life. That a movie can make you feel good to be alive, and can make you feel, after all, maybe the world is not a heaping pile of dung. I have just seen such a movie. American Booty.

Yes, you may be saying that the movie I speak of is over two years old by now, that it was over-hyped then and why see it now? Or, like the young smarmy film snob who checks me out at Blockbuster phrased it, "Dude, you ain’t seen this yet? How weak."

Maybe it takes Rok Finger a little bit longer to catch on to a trend, you always have to beware passing fads like pop music and insulin. But once the hype had died down, I try to check out every meaningful piece of media in our culture. I can say with positive knowledge now that American Booty is among the most meaningful pieces of Americana produced in the past ten years.

For those unfamiliar with the film, I’ll describe it briefly. An American Everyman husband, Slam Scrotum (played ably by Jock Large), is having a midlife crisis at twenty-five. His wife, Tits Ahoy (Janet Jackoff), is having an affair with some uncredited black guy, while his daughter (Kris Cum Loudy), who is also blonde and looks about the same age as the mother character, is having an affair with two midgets and their horse. Slam begins to daydream about sleeping with six of his daughter’s friends (the Ass Girls of the Pretty Kitty Club, Houston, Texas) in long scenarios throughout the film.

As touchy as the subject may be, American Booty doesn’t shy away from graphic portrayal of male-female conjugation. It’s brutally honest, especially the scenes with the black guy, but if you allow yourself to experience American Booty you’ll walk away, after a few minutes, forever changed.

Best of all, it doesn’t pamper the viewer with a clearly-linear storyline or an explainable resolution. From what I could tell, soon after Slam mates with all his daughter’s friends at once, the film fades out, allowing us to draw our own conclusions about morality and what possible repercussions await Slam in the future.

I usually don’t "get" critically-lauded movies, no sir. Therefore I seldom recommend movies. But I have to urge you to see American Booty as soon as you get the chance. It has amazed audiences and critics everywhere--the box said Cream Machine magazine gave it "four stiffies"--and now I recommend you let it amaze you.