Nobody does bad taste like John Waters, as bottom-shelf south-of-the-border imitation "Los chidos" proves, peddling shock to scant amusement.
Nobody does bad taste like John Waters, as bottom-shelf south-of-the-border imitation “Los chidos” proves, peddling shock to scant amusement. Tracking a gringo’s disruptive influence on a family inbred and ill behaved enough to rival “Pink Flamingos'” filthiest people alive, this abusively unfunny Mexploitation pic practically begs to offend with scenes too scatological to recap here. Such outrageousness has become so commonplace these days that even the most extreme gags seem little more than silly, while the Spanish-language plot linking its gonzo setpieces is too choppy and convoluted to follow, squelching whatever notoriety might attract auds beyond Latino homevid.
Bad luck leads American opportunist Kim (Kim Stodel) to the Gonzales family’s Guadalajara auto shop, where he haggles about getting his bad teeth and “explodo” tire fixed. While waiting, Kim falls for a kept beauty whose cruel, cross-dressing husband rents her to midnight rapists. In his attempt to satirize Mexican machismo, writer-director (and the Mars Volta guitarist) Omar Rodriguez Lopez presents all the men as gay, the women as whores, then smothers their poorly dubbed antics in music. It all builds to the perfect metaphor, that of pulling teeth.