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 a good two decades 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.