An irritating, revolting, yet oddly memorable roll in the grunge, “Forgive Me” is documaker/stage helmer Cyrus Frisch’s attempt to open audiences’ eyes to the exploitative nature of media by radically grossing them out. Unfortunately, there are no more limits to what we are willing to see onscreen, from decomposing corpses on down. Taking a group of mentally and physically handicapped Amsterdam street people, Frisch provokes and humiliates them while he waits for someone to shout stop. To his despair, auds and critics adored the play (“Jesus/Lover,” partly filmed here) in which these unfortunates played themselves. He should be content at the numerous walkouts at Rotterdam premiere. The future probably holds mostly experimental film meets for this oddball entry.
Nico, an aging drunk, lives with psychotic alcoholic Chiquita. Her gentle, handicapped ex, Peter, is interviewed, along other dim folk who expose themselves, vomit, urinate, masturbate and howl on camera. Frisch appears cavorting with them onscreen. Pic puts viewers in the hot seat, where they squirm in discomfort while visual interest is provided by often wobbly hand-held camerawork. Some wonderful scenes from Murnau’s silent classic “Faust” are intercut.