"I don't know. Maybe it was Utah."

This early Coen brothers film is about the blackest, most twisted, demented comedy you could imagine (scratch that, you couldn't imagine it) and teeters precariously on the fine line between an ingeniously outrageous work of art and madcap befuddlement. Fortunately, it falls squarely within the bounds of the former, yet its ideal audience is likely very small. It's a love it or hate it kind of film, and unless you're as twisted and warped as the Coen brothers, you'll hate it. For me, the sheer ludicrousness of some of the situations (coupled with Barry Sonnenfeld's appropriately complementary camera work) amount to unbridled hilarity.