I Was a Serial Puppet Killer or Dennis Cooper’s “Jerk” Splinters onto the Big Screen

Jerk clearly is in the running for the most disturbing feature presented at the recent Los Angeles-based Film Maudit 2.0, one of the more important alternative arts festivals in the country. (It ended February 12th.)

For the context of this verdict, imagine you saw some of the fest’s other offerings such as the visually brilliant, ten-years-in-the-making Agatha, which warns you not to fatally run down a witch’s daughter, or Jack James’ Wild Bones, an ode to adult madness caused either by an incestuous dancing mom or a cigarette-smoking dad. Then you’d immediately know how discombobulating Jerk is.

I won’t even mention Maudit 2.0’s programming of shorts where an alien Santa pees on stoned-out gents; a closeted homosexual of Asian descent serial-kills other gays of Asian descent and keeps their bodies for company; or the one where a telepathic metal warehouse makes fun of a young man who once smelled bad in school and was known as “Big Dump.”

Fans of Pinocchio beware!

You may correctly gather from this review’s title that Jerk costars puppets as you have seldom seen them manhandled before. Fans of Pinocchio beware!