One look at the trailer, and I knew this will be my kind of joyride. Flawed though it may be, "Fried Barry" is a fun, greasy, sleazy, expressionist nightmare from South Africa, set in the seediest parts of Cape Town. Director Ryan Kruger is selling it as a future cult classic, and, hell, it just might be.

Ryan Kruger and Barry, portrayed by the peculiar Gary Green, go all in here, devoting to the insanity of improvisational nature. There's barely any plot, no real metaphors or commentary, no weaved-through drama or tension for scares, but it is all kept together by a sort of psychotronic sense, a series of drug-induced, kaleidoscopic happenings involving a variety of odd characters and places. There's comedy, there's disgust, and there's even some warm and unexpected heart in the end. Barry is a heroin addict and a problematic husband/father, but that, and much more, changes when he is abducted and possessed by an alien. At the wheel of Barry, this alien is going on a wild exploration journey through the underground of South Africa's capital. He makes his (its?) way through human ways of sex, violence, language, life and death. For 99 minutes there isn't quite enough content, but nonetheless it kept me positively impressed with awesome bits and pieces. It's the kind of all-out-fun experimental flick that gets my juices flowing. Visually, this flick is a hoot, always coated in contrastive colors, crafty cinematography and absolutely amazing sound design/original score.

Some would say it's quite void and a Lynch/Noe/80's throwback wannabe, but I concur. Even though I liked the trailer, I had reasonably low expectations for something irredeemably dirty, but instead I got some funk. You like 18+ funk? Check this stuff out.