F.A.R.T. The Movie

A person thought this is a good idea to make, another person thought this was a good idea to star in, a third person thought this was a good idea to own in his or her store, a fourth person thought this would be a nice thing to watch so they bought it. They watched it. And now they're thinking about their life choices. Don't buy it. Don't watch it. Don't do anything related to it.

A Ray/Migdalia Etheridge comedy.

Starring:Joel Weiss,Conrad Brooks,Robert Axelrod and Steven Banks.

This is a funny video,That's suited for wild parties and wild viewing by "The Guys".

A lot of sketch comedy that would later be used in 'Saturday Night Live" and "SCTV".

The facts and nuances of FARTING and the noises & smells associated with are conjectured and scrutinized.

The Etheridges admit this is their best seller on Amazon.com and mostly women buy for their husbands and boyfriends !

Its funny,Like we said and has a great cast.

I bought this movie years ago. I was about ten or twelve at the time. Pretty much a farting movie's target audience, right? After watching it, I can't imagine they had a target audience in mind. I've seen better movies filmed by high school students over a bored weekend. Poorly acted, poorly written, with no redeeming qualities. I can't believe I wasted ten bucks on this. Years later I did sell it at a garage sale and was more than happy to rid myself of the only movie more terrifying than the tape in The Ring. I can't believe the previous commenter liked anything about it. The plot is thin at best. A guy loves farting and his girlfriend. He has to choose one or the other because she hates farting. He has a series of dreams with different farting scenarios and situations. Each one somehow less funny than the previous one. I'd much rather sit in an empty room and stare at the wall because than I'd at least have my own thoughts to entertain myself with.

Fart is not what it appears to be. To the uninitiated, it's crass. Juvenile. Even pointless. But beneath the surface-level absurdity lies a deeply layered critique of modern existence-one that uses the most primal, universally taboo subject to expose how absurd we've all become. Every poorly timed sound, every awkward silence, every grotesque moment is intentional. It's anti-aesthetic. Anti-structure. It dares you to feel discomfort, to confront your own embarrassment, to recognize the artificiality of "taste."

Most people won't get it-and that's the point. Fart isn't trying to please. It's trying to wake you up. If you know, you know.

Breath-taking. What can be said about the world's most perfect movie? The cinematography was stunning, the acting was surreal and the script seemed to flow naturally like the mighty Mississippi. One is reminded of the time that Moses was handed the Ten Commandments from God himself; we have been handed FART: The Movie from a being higher than us all. The plot isn't hard to follow, making it easier to enjoy all of the delightful poots and farts that our antagonist, Russell, expels throughout the film. Russell loves his farts as if each one was his own child, one different from the next. His wife, Heather, endures all of Russell's little "problem" even though it affects their social and personal lives. The farts are so realistic that on several occasions I looked around to see if someone else in the viewing cube in suspicion that they broke wind. This movie is great, and will now replace Cannonball Run II as my favorite movie of all-time.