Horny Sicko Splatter Maximalist
Unlike most of the trash horror I praise, I can’t vow that anyone will see anything in this one. It is a slow, desaturated, underexposed, cryptic, and practically silent film that takes long detours into rage room footage, combat that might as well be from Morrowind, and worst of all, includes hardly a single titty.
But to me, there is so much to love about this film. It is brutal, mysterious, and endlessly jarring. The music ranges from 2000s mystery…
This starts out way more promising than it should with a front runner for the best title sequence of all time, and a tightly shot cannibalism scene that made me think I might be approaching some Burning Moon vibes. Then british Brian Griffin in the form of a skull bat offers to untie Debbie if she agrees to go on a quest.
So, yeah, not what I thought, and honestly this shit will definitely chafe for a good 15 minutes.…
I wasn't going to say anything about this because of the way it has saturated my echo chamber, but I am now, because Bo seems to think I shouldn't.
I've grown up with Bo's comedy. I was a 12 year old Ricky Gervais atheist listening to Rant on my Ipod nano, Every subsequent special had new things to say, that made me think and that I agreed with, at least enough. If you go back to an old Burnham special,…
Yeah this didn’t do much for me at all
Pasteurized noir. Baby’s first brooding lead. So gratingly straightforward. And the way they whiffed the ending so hard only to leave on the note of two masked together shots that look like ASS compared to the rest of the mostly competent film. God damn. Maybe I’m just too perverted for it.