The Pee Pee Poo Poo Man is premiering in London at the Genesis Theatre on 24 July after garnering a lot of buzz across the US and Canada, and it’s a faecal assault on the senses that will leave audiences gagging, though maybe not in the way the filmmakers may hope. Rishi Rodriguez stars as Miguel, a psychologically unwell man who appears to pop acid, and then takes it upon himself to harass the inhabitants of Toronto in a fecally focused crime spree which leaves its victims covered in, quite simply put, poop thrown from a bucket. Add in a strange subplot of VR dinosaurs committing sex acts and displaying dominance by excreting on each other, and a potential link to a CIA conspiracy, and this film becomes exactly what it is assumed to be, a hot steaming mess.

The truly alarming part of The Pee Pee Poo Poo Man is that the most perplexing elements of this film aren’t the motivation for Miguel’s shitstorm. In its runtime just shy of 80 minutes, this film offers multiple peculiar and nonsensical narrative turns that are sure to spark conversation and likely confusion amongst audience members. And yet, upon watching the events unfold, there appears to be next to no narrative at all. This is before the soundtrack is even recognised, a concoction of popular songs parodied into versions whose lyrics were certainly written by a twelve-year-old who thinks that poo is the funniest subject for comedy since satire.

It would not be right to review The Pee Pee Poo Poo Man without analysing the contents of the aforementioned bucket. Each attack uses weapons of similar consistency, a sloppy mess that may remind those watching of a thick chocolate milkshake from the greasy spoon cafes of childhood nostalgia. Throw in the odd piece of sweetcorn and the aftermath of the incidents may leave the weaker-stomached in the audience gagging at the non-existent stench.

Filmed in the self-described ‘underground film’ fashion, The Pee Pee Poo Poo Man takes on an almost mockumentary style at times, with most shots handheld and shaky, disjointed by overedited and overstimulating barrages of colour and sound that may lull some audience members into thinking they are watching a well-thought-out arthouse masterpiece. It is strange and worrying in ways that can only be understood through viewing it firsthand, and yet it is almost guaranteed that the screening at the Genesis Cinema is going to be sold out. It’s also worth mentioning that the final ten minutes of the film are possibly the most confusing, but attempt to wrap up its purpose in a brown, questionably scented, bow, which is perfect for the chaotic crowd hysteria often experienced in a group showing of films like this.

To purchase your tickets to see The Pee Pee Poo Poo Man, followed by a Q&A with the film’s writer and director, Braden Sitter, on 24 July, visit the Genesis Cinema website