Some films seem to have been custom-made for our festival and the bizarre horror comedy Fuck My Son! is definitely one of them. With one foot knee-deep in the warm turd of John Waters‘ trashy aesthetic, the other one sliding through the stinking diarrhea of Troma Studios‘ radical trash, the film is designed to test your tolerance as well as your gag reflex. Adapted from Johnny Ryan’s underground comic of the same name and directed by Todd Rohal, it tells a tale of a mother kidnapping a woman to force her to… you guessed it. In the process vomit, bodily fluids, buckets of bloody gore and grotesque images are hurled fast and furiously at the audience. Reveling in its extremely poor taste, Fuck My Son! is outrageous, disgusting, and absolutely not for you – unless, of course, it is.
