Jaw-droppingly bad stuff. Anal rape has some sort of fascination for the maker of this movie, and the dwelling upon it in scene after scene doesn't come off so much as a meditation on brutality so much as a display of prurient fascination and revulsion for "anal penetration".
The director seems to have thought that a little low-rent atmosphere would compensate for inadequate characterization, mediocre acting, and a climax that has the emotional impact of a hiccup.
Normally, I'd forget I'd even rented such a thing, but putting this down at least keeps me from thinking I hallucinated such an oddly awful hour and a half.
The director seems to have thought that a little low-rent atmosphere would compensate for inadequate characterization, mediocre acting, and a climax that has the emotional impact of a hiccup.
Normally, I'd forget I'd even rented such a thing, but putting this down at least keeps me from thinking I hallucinated such an oddly awful hour and a half.