There are gross-out comedies, and then there are sick-ass comedies, where nausea is induced not by what’s on the surface but what’s roiling beneath it. For examples of the former, see Wetlands or Animal House or the Klown films. For an example of the latter, watch Jocelyn DeBoer and Dawn Luebbe’s Greener Grass.
You may remember me championing a little film about failure called Lemon, and I’d put Lemon and Greener Grass in the same company*. But for my money Greener Grass might actually be the more spiritually unsettling of the two. I try to get at why in my review, but I don’t even make it far enough to compare the film to the work of John Waters. That’s how many allusions and references I pulled out of my hat here.
Anywho. You can read my full review over at Paste Magazine.
*Not at all because Janicza Bravo directed Lemon and appears here in a supporting part.