Where to begin? Really, this is one of those films that you don't actually like or dislike as much as simply experience. Director Werner Herzog has said this spawned from his nightmares at the time and, well, thanks for sharing, mein Freund.
The "what" here is shockingly easy to describe: in an alternate world where everyone is a dwarf, a group of inmates/patients at an unnamed institution hold their instructor hostage and run wild. And that's an understatement. The "why" is another story, is not even in the ballpark of apparent, or for that matter, relevant. I still don't even know how it ends. To give you another idea of what kind of film this is, there's a commentary track with Herzog and Crispin Glover and Glover comes off as the sane one.
There's arson, joyriding, cannibal chickens, a murdered pig, cockfighting, a crucified monkey, a defecating camel, chickens used as grenades (yes, a lot of chickens. On the commentary, Herzog mentions how he's scared of chickens and used to hypnotize them). I'm not going to even hurt my head trying to delve into the allegorical implications of any of it. Every time I try all I hear is the giggling. Oh my god, the giggling.
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