One of the most important factors of a movie, for me, is the amount of absurdity that it carries. The more absurd a movie is the more I dig it. Absurdity is another way of defying the petty rules of life. Absurdity is to give the finger to everything politically correct. Frankenhooker, a movie that Bill Murray said "If you see one movie this year, it should be Frankenhooker", is a shameless feast of irony. The more I remember my experience watching it, the more I seem to find a smile on my face. Because the more I think about the movie, one word comes into my mind and gets stuck in there. The word is "preposterous". There are many crazy movies out there, but Frankenhooker is proud to be among the craziest. There is no doubt that Henenlotter was laughing when he conceived the movie, and I believe that he was laughing even louder when he was thinking of the reaction of the audience.
Giving hints about the movie's premise would be like telling you who is the killer in the most daring whodunit. The less you know, the bigger the awe and the astonishment. But I will tell you that Frankenhooker is responsible for opening the world of B movie to me. It was one of the first openly and shamelessly B movies that I watched in my life. And my immediate thought was, if these are the B movies, what do you need the A movies then? If this type of catastrophic, obscene and hilarious humor can be found in B movies, then they are the essence of cinema, the essence of art. Because more than anything art is the act of satirizing everything as far as it goes. There are few things that have no frontiers and one of them is satire. Frankenhooker is the perfect film for a fat joint, for huge laughs and good, naughty sex afterwards.
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