An excessively hairy woman (Patricia Arquette) resurfaces into society for the first time since her teen years (why? — she’s horny) and is set up with a scientist (Tim Robbins), who is painstakingly obsessed with table manners and has an incredibly small private part (“It’s like a little pig’s penis”).While procreating in nature, they come across a man fully raised in the wild (oddly similar to the man-beast in Alain Resnais’ Providence), and the doctor apprehends him in the name of science so as to rear him through a rarified fashion. There is an underlying influence or infiltration of outside ideas and concepts posed and molded into these proceedings. Human Nature is overridden with Freudian complexes and theories, animal instinct, human conditioning, nature and nurture. Another point of quality is found in Michel Gondry’s directorial vision and style, a collection of organic and inorganic creations, miniatures, saturated photography. And that undertaking, the connecting and blending of images, pour into a new definition of visual ingenuity. (Like the daedal creativity in his Björk music-videos, a composition projects a scenic shot with a big sun, and the image turns clockwise to rotate the stars and the moon into place.) In the end, the comedy is ironically more of a commentary, one that decreases in absurdity as we find ways to outdo ourselves.
With Rhys Ifans, Mary Kay Place and Hilary Duff.[Worth-seeing.]