So says a young man early in the film. A classful of of promising adult writers of varying ages interview horror film writer Stephen Young, slamming him for his exploitation of gore, and it's obvious that all that interests him is being a commercial success, not an artistic one. He has all sorts of family problems, and no wonder. In his fantasies are women drowning in a tub full of blood, a man being sent to slaughter as a vindictive, demonic sheep looks on, and a mother set on fire in her bed by her own children.
Watch at your own peril as this is completely gory, but discussions about what creates valuable art is a definite highlight. I can do without the excessive flowing of blood, severed limbs and the slicing of flesh for the man slowly chopped to bits. I've watched many slasher films of grindhouse movies recently, and this is by far the most visually vile. But I give it a higher rating because of the artistic discussions that lead to arguments. The soundtrack is loud and headache inducing, and there really isn't any purpose other than to overflow the screen with blood.
Watch at your own peril as this is completely gory, but discussions about what creates valuable art is a definite highlight. I can do without the excessive flowing of blood, severed limbs and the slicing of flesh for the man slowly chopped to bits. I've watched many slasher films of grindhouse movies recently, and this is by far the most visually vile. But I give it a higher rating because of the artistic discussions that lead to arguments. The soundtrack is loud and headache inducing, and there really isn't any purpose other than to overflow the screen with blood.