Please reference the back-story on my short and deadly experience with the Bus on my "About" page. Anyway, when it showed up on my Netflix recommendations -- btw a company I love and that's helped shape my young adulthood -- I saw this fairly nondescript movie overview:
<snip> Director John Cameron Mitchel delivers an unbridled look at the New York City underground, focusing on a group of hipsters who frequent a downtown club renowned for its lascivious ways. Through graphic polymorphous sexual couplings -- and using an ensemble cast composed largely of first-time actors -- the film chronicles each character's erotic journey of self-discovery in a raw and riveting fashion. <snip>
I added it, and it eventually showed up. So much for shaping my young adulthood. Holy f*ing sh*t. Needless to say, what followed is absolutely the most shocking thing I've ever seen. I'm no prude, but the yoga drink, followed by the butt trumpet, and ultimately the tri-gobble... ugh... I had to turn it off... I just got "ran over by Short Bus." Maybe that can become a meme/trick like "getting Rick Rolled." Heck, Rick might have been riding the Bus come to think of it. Before I close off on this post, I'd like to say that FilmBender sets out to be lovin', not hatin'. I'm rating this movie so poorly based solely upon the shock and disorientation I've received and not at all due to quality or orientation. Life's not fair. Just ask the kids on the short bus.