Giuseppe Andrew’s writing talents are like no other. Like his more recent films, Touch Me in the Morning features a flood of stream of consciousness poetry spoken through the mouths of those that have disconnected from the world. Whether it be senior psychosis or too many beers, the “characters” in Touch Me in the Morning have decided to checkout of the “real world.” I believe that Giuseppe Andrews has done the same as his films exemplify. Only a true outsider could make films as distinct as Andrews. Not many filmmakers would be daring enough to sit next to Bill Nowlin as he recites poetry while defecating in the toilet.
Giuseppe Andrews has often stated that German New Wave auteur Rainer Werner Fassbinder is one of his favorite directors. Like Fassbinder, Andrews is able to take a small set and turn it into a world of captivating drama. Also like Fassbinder, you won’t find a second of worthless footage in a Giuseppe Andrews film. In all of Giuseppe Andrews films, you will find more than one “happy accidents” as a result of his “one man” guerrilla style film making. Touch Me in the Morning opens with a drunken fist fight between one of his best “players” Walt Dongo and a long bearded (but bald headed) biker. This opening scene sets the pathetic (yet engulfing) feel of the overall film.
The world of Touch Me in the Morning is one that is completely opposite of a Hollywood world. The film lacks any type of production value, features aesthetically displeasing individuals, and is a complete assault on Hollywood Bolshevik style “political correctness.” Giuseppe Andrews is most notorious for his acting roles in Hollywood so he knows the type of soulless goons that he is waging a “holy” war against. The trailer park in Touch Me in the Morning has more to do with America than any propaganda piece (of shit) Hollywood vomits out it’s lying lenses.
Touch Me in the Morning is a personal film from a reclusive man. A man that seems like he can only communicate abstractly through the medium of a camcorder. Touch Me in the Morning is excellent example on why it takes an interesting individual to make an interesting film. No matter how much money Hollywood pumps into their latest epic (or epidemic), their films for the most part lack any type of real humanity or human emotion. They are expressions of the materialistically diseased and valueless. Hollywood is a cancer and the individuals featured in Touch Me in the Morning are unfortunate victims of that cancer.
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