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Arrogant reporter Skip Jenkins journeys to the Three Mile Island afflicted area of Middletown, Pennsylvania in search of the elusive local grind-core band Hog Caller. Jenkins gets more than he bargained for as he stumbles into a seriously sick and twisted world as a direct result of his quest. Writer/director Tom Richards does a bang-up alarming job of exposing the seedy underbelly that exists just underneath small town America's bland surface: We've got heavy duty drug use (specifically smoking weed and dropping acid), a loopy guy pushing a dead baby pig around in a carriage (he feeds it ice cream and puts it on a swing at a public park!), paint huffing, beer swilling, pig's heads on poles, dead animal fishing, people tripping on mushrooms, a dancing gal wearing a giant pig's head and strips of steak on her breasts, the disgusting birth of a hideous pig/man hybrid, and a decadent pool party that turns ugly and degenerates into a massacre. The way Richards presents all this freaky and grotesque stuff in a matter of fact "well, there you go" manner gives this movie an undeniably potent (if repellent) fascination; this is heartland USA at its most shockingly raw, base, and amoral, served up blunt and graphic with no apology or sanitizing of any kind. Moreover, the colorful array of wacky white trash characters are truly something to behold. Jim Hollenbaugh's garishly stylized cinematography offers a wealth of strikingly bizarre visuals. Fans of incredibly outré and warped fare should dig this one a whole lot.