Nick Palumbo's bloody exercise in pointless nastiness revolves around the gruesome exploits of a standard-issue Nazi-fixated, body-building, nightmare-having, photography-obsessed, psychopathic son of a murdered dead hooker whose hobbies include raping and murdering women and ranting at length in unsubtitled German. The nameless Photographer (Sven Garrett), who's dating silly Las Vegas hairstylist Charlotte (Valerie Baber), spends his days acting vaguely like a normal human being and his nights picking up women and butchering them in his gory basement. Charlotte, who lives with her 11-year-old sister, Jade (Jade Risser), believes the Photographer's story that he's a German prince and doesn't question his highly peculiar behavior. Jade has a bad, bad feeling about him, but since no one ever listens to kids, her concerns are ignored. While Charlotte mopes, trying to figure out why her boyfriend hasn't called, he's about his bloody business, crossing paths with guest-stars Tony Todd (CANDYMAN), the adult-bookstore clerk whose failure to sell him a copy of a "snuff film" called Nutbag (Palumbo's previous movie) costs him dearly, and neo-Nazi gun peddler Gunnar Hansen (THE TEXAS CHAIN SAW MASSACRE's original Leatherface), who sells him a gun. CHAINSAW alumnus Ed Neal later gives Jade a lift, but that's getting ahead of the so-called story. As the Photographer progresses from killing prostitutes, strippers and sundry fallen women to gutting little girls, Jade becomes increasingly convinced that there's something truly wrong with him. She eventually decides to explore his house, with predictably unpleasant results. Palumbo's fight-film influences are clear, starting with his CHAIN SAW-inspired opening sequence, but for all this neo-slasher picture's extravagant gore, there's nothing on offer that hardcore horror fans — presumably his target audience — haven't seen before. Though handsomely photographed, it's seriously undermined by wooden performances and a plot that really doesn't go anywhere; it is, as the title spells out, simply a series of set pieces. Whether or not Palumbo's claim that two film processing labs — Technicolor and Deluxe — refused to handle his footage is true, it smacks of ballyhoo in the grand tradition; if nothing else, Palumbo's respect for the horror genre's carny past is to be commended.
Cast & Details See all »
- Released: 2004
- Rating: NR
- Review: Nick Palumbo's bloody exercise in pointless nastiness revolves around the gruesome exploits of a standard-issue Nazi-fixated, body-building, nightmare-having, photography-obsessed, psychopathic son of a murdered dead hooker whose hobbies include raping and… (more)