I have this tendency to throw things on my Netflix queue when I hear about a movie that I think might be half interesting. Of course, my Netflix queue is about 350 DVDs long (movies and TV series), so by the time something makes it to the top, I often don't remember why the hell I put it on there.

When The Happiness of the Katakuris arrived in the mail, the only thing I could remember was that it was supposed to be campy horror. I had somehow managed to forget entirely that it was also a musical.

Campy horror musical.... That sounds... familiar.

Except it's not. It's Joss Whedon on serious drugs. Not "Duuude, pass the bong" drugs. More like, "There is bad acid in the room. Repeat: Bad acid in the room. Only buy from someone you know!" drugs.

I recommend it highly.