Mark Hejnar

This 45 minute documentary by Mark Hejnar is a sort of Whitman's Sampler of sickness, chronicling such wildly diverse and extreme personalities as G.G. Allin, Mike Diana, Full Force Frank, GLOD, Annie Sprinkle, and others. This collection of short clips and vile moments is certainly NOT for the squeamish, as these are the artists and performers who have taken the term "free expression" to it's limits--and beyond.

Chicago's most profane hand puppet covers the goings-on at the second Expo of the Extreme, held in May, 1999. Lots of interviews, lots of live footage, and above all, lots of Ratso.

This 45 minute documentary by Mark Hejnar is a sort of Whitman's Sampler of sickness, chronicling such wildly diverse and extreme personalities as G.G. Allin, Mike Diana, Full Force Frank, GLOD, Annie Sprinkle, and others. This collection of short clips and vile moments is certainly NOT for the squeamish, as these are the artists and performers who have taken the term "free expression" to it's limits--and beyond.

This 45 minute documentary by Mark Hejnar is a sort of Whitman's Sampler of sickness, chronicling such wildly diverse and extreme personalities as G.G. Allin, Mike Diana, Full Force Frank, GLOD, Annie Sprinkle, and others. This collection of short clips and vile moments is certainly NOT for the squeamish, as these are the artists and performers who have taken the term "free expression" to it's limits--and beyond.

Experimental short combining disturbing images of children with interview snippets of author Peter Sotos.

My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult live show from the 1995 Hit & Run Holiday Tour

My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult live show from the 1995 Hit & Run Holiday Tour

Experimental film by Mark Hejnar and soundtracked by his own musical project, Pile Of Cows. "An unrelenting assault of manipulated, quick-edited footage, much like the early video work of Cabaret Voltaire, but even harsher and more oppressive."

"Mark Hejnar's black-and-white 16-millimeter 0502 sets cryptic shots of dancing girls wearing boxes for costumes to a weird soundscape of boings and oscillating tones." --The Chicago Reader