I watch a lot of extreme films, from Alienteur to Come and See, August Underground to the Guinea Pig series... it’s a long list. At this point I’m a bit jaded. It’s not often that a film comes around that shocks me, but this is one of them: A Serbian Film is definitely in the top five most disturbing films I’ve ever seen. You may feel like your soul needs a shower after watching this one.
The real surprise is that beyond the shocking and profoundly disgusting content matter, A Serbian Film is actually a well-made film with some sympathetic characters, which really increased the revulsion I felt while watching what they go through.
Colour, 16mm jungle sex swings from a vine and dangles its leafy salami in your face. Chris Robin is Jayne, a blonde airhead in a fur bikini who goes for a scrub in a stream. A man in a monkey suit (Al Martin) attacks the damp and terrified lady until Tarzan (the aptly branded Duane Prodd) shows up and stabs the manky monkey in the balls with a jungle knife.
A purposefully trashy throwback to the grindhouse exploitation flicks of the 70‘s, Bitch Slap manages to be surprisingly entertaining. I expected the film to be terrible, especially if compared the brilliant blaxploitation parody of Black Dynamite. It’s not quite in the same league as Black Dynamite, but it isn’t a straight parody; it’s more of a loving homage to the genre. More than anything, Bitch Slap is about breasts, asses, and violence.
Produced by Burning Angel.com, if you have a few, scant, sweaty minutes to spare, why not piss them away completely by pressing play on this ratty, sordid XXX version of Brian Yuzna's gore gem Reanimator (84).
After sitting thru' the outrageous CAT III blood 'n' guts of Yau's Untold Story (92), Taxi Hunter (93) and Ebola Syndrome (96), I was more than willing to view this feature—especially as it concerns its sick self with Gong Tau (black magic). Yau's movies always stop short of brilliant and although overlooked and considered a mere exploitation hack by some, it's worth noting he's always shown a surprisingly mean streak when it comes to the inclusion of hideous gore, mad mutilation, sick death and awful murder in a 'fuck you it's on the screen so deal with it' sort of way which always makes his stuff worth checking out.
In many cases a movie title can be misleading or wildly inaccurate, creating an expectation that just isn't true. That is definitely not the case with Sick Girl; before the opening credits have finished rolling, the girl in question has punched out and urinated on a nun, shot up a schoolbus, and cut someone's throat.
I think it's safe to say this isn't a film for everyone.
The Spermulites of the planet Spermula are threatened by a bigger, tougher planet. So, needing a new space ball to call home, the weedy Spermulon leader ‘Big Mother’ sends some Spermulonion beings (in female earth human disguise) to earth so they can suck up all the male human sperm they can get their lips on. No, I ain’t fucking high, that’s the odd plot of this quite arty, certainly fartsy outer-space boot-knocking opera from erotic French producer Bernard Lenteric.
When a film’s opening credits include pornstars, has-beens, and talentless unknowns, you have some idea what you’re in for right off the bat. With tantalizing names like Julie Strain, Fembomb, Lilith Stabs, and Syn Devil, it’s obvious that this is a lineup of stellar thespians.
And then there’s the plot: silly-looking robots are struggling to exterminate flesh-eating rubber bugs. Unfortunately their best “man” has become a serial killer. He likes to peel the flesh off half-naked (or totally naked) women. After a murdering spree he sometimes likes to unwind at robot confession (robot exterminators believe in god?), which doesn’t work all that well since his vocabulary consists of “Boom boom boom!”
Call Quentin Tarantino a hack molester of beloved exploitation films if you want but you can’t deny the guy’s style has been hugely influential, or at the very least, often imitated. And no one churns out weird mutations of film that poorly imitate the originals like those wacky Asians. Veteran actor Stephen Yip, best known for his roles in a veritable scad of chop socky movies (not the least of which is the inept gross out flick Centipede Horror), directed the bizarre Mad Stylist which nods to and perverts several well-known films from QT’s oeuvre.