One of a kind, unclassifiable stuff, this idiosyncratic video feature constitutes an experimental road trip through America's psychic waste lands in the company of the titular twosome, young Yankees whacked out on the comestible and cultural junk food of their delirious nation. Sketches of pervasive weirdness, accompanied by a dissonant score, interweave with found footage and images of bizarre authenticity - somehow that hand emerging from the fish's mouth feels right. Think Gummo with less colour and more anarchy. Whatever the reference points, they're only pointers. This one walks alone.