Bumfights

Ca c'est le raffinement suprême : payer des clodos pour qu'ils aillent se jeter dans des bennes à ordures, s'arracher une dent à la pince, boire une bouteille remplie d'urine ou défonçer la tête d'un de leurs collègues...
C'est le principe de Bumfights, sorte de docu-bouillie hallucinogène : une bimbo qui se palpe les jarrets en petite tenue sert de transitions à des images de bastons entre des kids peu ou prou pubères, bandes, filles, clochards...vagues cascades digne d'un sous-Jackass, quelques interviews avec des dealers de crack, un sketch nullissime où un cabotin de campus joue au Bum Hunter (oui, il surprend des sdf pendant leurs sommeils, les plaque au sol avec plus ou moins de bonheur, et part dans un speech dévidant une subtile métaphore sur le clochard/animal...et puis des fois, il tague leurs miteuses couvertures)
C'est complètement incroyable et je cède de bon coeur à la tentation de livrer dans ces colonnes la très bonne critique de cet internaute sur IMDB :


You've got to worry about a bunch of white middle-class kids who spend their spare time curb crawling for bums rather than good old-fashioned streetwalkers. What does this say about the youth of suburban America? That they've got too much time? That they've got too much money? Or that they're a bunch of oversexed, under-endowed, latent homosexuals who have to prove their manhood by humiliating tramps, hobos and crackheads? Yeah, degrading drug addicts, alcoholics and the mentally disturbed is a sure way to prove your superiority.

Bumfights is tedious little film made up of fights and Jackass-style stunts. None of it is especially amusing. The fights are far too limp-wristed – most of the fights are between kids who grab each other's shirts and who roll about on the floor like big girl's blouses – and the stunts only have novelty value because they're performed by bums. If you've ever seen a fight or if you've ever seen an episode of Jackass, there's nothing here that you haven't seen before.

Unlike Jackass, though, the majority of the stunts aren't performed by kids knowingly putting themselves in danger. Here the stunts are performed by bums who have been coerced or paid paltry sums to endanger themselves. It's the American Dream in action; the underclass performing like drunken seals for the middle classes. And that's the thing that is most depressing about the film; the way that a group of cackling white boys make bums drunk urine, the way they set their hair on fire and the way they spray paint their sleeping bags. It's not that they don't care about the homeless – I'm as guilty as anyone of apathy – it's that they're so dumb and so morally corrupt that they're willing to abuse helpless, screwed up people in the name of entertainment. It's evidence of a decadent and diseased society.

But I can hardly talk. I watched the damn thing. What does that say about me? (But at least I didn't pay anything to watch it.) And to my shame, despite myself, I even laughed once or twice. One of these laughs came during one of the, ahem, 'Bumhunter' segments – some guy talking like and dressed up as Steve Irwin 'captures' sleeping bums and inspects and tags them. During one of these scenes, the Bumhunter captures and ties up a sleeping bum who's annoyed at being described as having dandruff. It's just ridiculous and amusing. Sod being tied up, he's more concerned about having his hair disparaged.

Another laugh came when a heavily tattooed man (self-described as being 'mentally disturbed') showed the camera his tattooed penis. Nice. Although having said this, this does make me worry about the filmmakers. Every now and again, between fights and bum segments, there's footage of some bimbo stripping. However, you never get to see her breasts. But you do get to see a man's penis. I think that speaks for itself. Plus there's a scene where a tramp gets 'Bumfights' tattooed on his forehead and is then pleasured by a crack whore. It shows how much they love bums.


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