And when we say "bang," we're not talking explosions, here. There wasn't enough money for pyrotechnics in the film's miniscule budget. So that really only leaves one place for the film-savvy pervert's mind to go. Fucking.
But we're not talking plain old fucking fucking. That would be boring. We're talking about the type of fucking you can't discuss with your grandma. The type of fucking we're not even going to talk about here, because it would constitute a major comedy spoiler. The type of fucking that had a sold out audience in hysterics.
The film starts with a simple question: What exactly does a film producer do? The short (and curly) answer is that a producer is like pubic hair; he helps to ease the friction. The long answer makes for the rest of our story, an outrageous series of events that Pang Ho-Cheung promised, "all happened in real life."
VULGARIA screened Friday, June 29th at Lincoln Center. If you weren't there, you missed a great time at the movies. Be sure to keep an eye peeled for this one.
You can read James Marsh's full review of the film HERE.
Joshua Chaplinsky is the senior editor for LitReactor.com. He also writes for ChuckPalahniuk.net. He was a guitarist in the band SpeedSpeedSpeed, and is the poison pen behind thejamminjabber, although he's not so sure he should admit it.