Sometimes a work takes on a significance far beyond that of its creator and, moreso, beyond its creator’s “intent,” artistic or otherwise. Harmony Korine’s Gummo is such a thing that, while buried in the hipster tradition of dogme95’s DIY style over substance, endures as an artistic statement more than a decade after its initial release. Following from the conceit that the critic is the superior judge of meaning and value, what makes it so is its religious submission to a greater will – Nature/God – that washes away the dregs of the world, these unfortunate situations and circumstances of disgust.