This movie purported to be a "documentary style," "anti-Bonnie and Clyde" type flick but all I could think was that the filmmakers were so contemptuous of their characters that they couldn't accomplish these goals. And not contemptuous because the two leads were murderers, but because like, can you believe that fat chick actually thought he loved her? Lookit that awful bathing suit hanging off her! Definitely not a fun, campy, proto-Tab Hunter/Divine vibe going on here.
Also makes absurd use of Gustav Mahler which means that this movie has something in common with Rubin & Ed.