When a movie opens on two dingbats searing their own feces in a frying pan, it’s not that hard to imagine how things might proceed in the next hour or so. In any case, the two twenty-somethings must find their unloved mother’s beloved pooch, which, of course, they lost. Mother Schmuckers, the feature debut of the Belgian Guit brothers, is a rapid-fire cavalcade of bad-taste sketches served with a pinch of gonzo and punk that might best be filed somewhere between early John Waters and Jackass.

In attendance of Lenny Guit