POOR WHITE TRASH

The cinema is magical art which can transport the viewer to a variety of exotic and exciting cultures, foreign to our own, yet so endearingly, universally human. Part of the ongoing mission of the CIFF is to expose viewers to the richness and breadth of our planet and peoples, and allow you to feast on diverse traditions and practices of different societies. Stuff like corn dawgs. Gun shops. Trailer homes. Beer-can sculptures. Anti-Saddam T-shirts. $75 divorces. Lynrd Skynyrd. Ninja throwing stars. Mellow Yellow. M-80s. Confederate flags north of the Mason-Dixon. Welcome to Sunrise, Illinois, podunk hometown of Lenny and Mikey, loser teens with a knack for recreational arson. Abandoned by her pro wrestler husband, Mikey's well-intentioned, hard-drinking mother (Sean Young proves again she was a highlight of “Ace Ventura: Pet Detective”) only wants her boy to get a college education, the right way. And that's why the duo, butt-head pal Lenny (who hasn't been home in three months anyway), and mom's greasy new lover try to finance tuition by robbing various local institutions, including a fast-food shack with a fat safe. It's aggressively tasteless, gut-bustingly funny, and named after a drive-in exploitation classick of yesteryear. Hey, when Pedro Almodovar makes a movie like POOR WHITE TRASH with subtitles, he's called a genius, so shuddup!