As the boy explores the outside world on his bike, he stumbles across a villain — played by Steven Bauer, Al Pacino's sidekick in Brian De Palma's iconic Scarface — who is slaughtering a hog. The butcher offers the kid a ride home and romances his mother. The film ends with the boy becoming a German shepherd — Gispert's childhood dog — and Bauer dropping the pooch in a boiling vat of oil. As the canine cooks in the cauldron, bolts zap outward from the animal's crisped carcass. The roasted hound ends up turning into a boombox containing the boy's soul before a group of Rastafarians carries off the stereo.
There is no arguing that Gispert's deft juggling of urban subcultures and tradition defies the senses and offers a startlingly singular vision of the role hybrid culture plays on identity. Just like there can be no arguing that this show is an eye-opener of the first magnitude and not to be missed.