"Said it once, and I'll say it again: if you don't want to consume psychedelics but still want to experience a mind-bending trip, then just watch one of Wigwolf's films."
Underground artist Wigwolf made a better adaptation of Baum's children's novel The Wonderful Wizard of Oz than that other boring version from 1939. Conspiracy theorists will never accuse this version of being used by the CIA in projects like MK-U.
Wigwolf's unconventional filmmaking techniques are at the top of his game in this feature. It's easier to digest in one sitting than the massive shroom trip that was The Wet Ones. The plot follows Dorothy, "the bad murderer" (who, after defending herself from the bullish green witch, is now suffering from the kind of PTSD that pushes a person into whipping themselves in the back like old Catholic monks) as she navigates her way through a world full of MacDonald's characters, chickens, bloody Wizard humping, punk interludes, spaghetti fetish exhibition, and claustrophobic red tainted scenes, while also being tormented by her ex-husband, Toto. Their toxic relationship was probably inspired by the real-life case of the great Jack Sparrow vs (Name censored for algorithmic reasons). The twist at the end makes this Wigwolf's best film yet. He really is our generation's Andy Warhol/ John Waters. Available on YouTube.
