If annoying is an art, Harmony Korine's Trash Humpers is a masterpiece. It's full of high-pitched cackles, nonsense songs ("A doodle all day," goes a line in the most often repeated one, "Three Little Devils") and a group of people intent on devising new ways to be as simultaneously stupid, disgusting and solitary as possible. The things that they come up with are amazing as innovations in inanity.
Korine creates what really feels like its own world, slowly revealing its malevolence. It's all fun and trash-humping until we see a dead body lying in a field...and then catch evidence of another murder performed by this group of people who are maybe in masks or maybe just melted (the murder reveal is preceded by some banter about a pet dog, folding an act of atrociousness into banal domesticity as a matter of course). And that's not all, as far as crimes go. So many questions arise, if the movie holds your attention and its seemingly plotless and free-form structure doesn't turn you off. Why's that toilet in a field? What's in the bags? Where do these people live? Why are others hanging out with them? What's the point? Are they really as free as they think they are?
It may feel like a frustrating cocktail of idiotic and lofty (as a great fan of absurdity, I really enjoy the movie, but by the end of both of my viewings, I was ready for it to be over -- and its running time is less than 80 minutes). But that cocktail can also be hysterical. This movie is as trashy as that which is humped, and its old-VHS aesthetic only helps reinforce the seediness (I don't understand, though, why, if it's supposed to be edited from tape, its aspect ratio is 16x9 instead of 4x3). Some select, NSFW-ish absurdity is included in the gif wall below. It is mostly inspired by the humpers' advice: make it, don't fake it!