So many wrong things here. . .And yet the combined sum of badness, wrongness, and implied acts of perversity suggesting the sexualistic invasionment of livestock have resulted in a nugget of such rare and singular beauty, it's hard to find a single detail that justifies the condemnation I'm sure this short so richly deserves. The tune is so cheesy it ought to ruin the whole thing, but it's so insidiously catchy that once heard, it stays with you forever, as does the uniquely sweet tasting sense of shame. You can watch the film from start to finish, and justify it purely on its artistic merit, but the real magic is the disturbing compulsion to immediately watch it again, just to be sure. Sure of what? Damned if I know. I must have watched it forty times, and the only thing that baffles me, is the title. Who is Smokey?