Lucifer Valentine
Another in the new-wave genre I call gornography which is made up of plotless extreme gore and filth and populated by the likes of Fred Vogel. Valentine carves his own niche in a fetish genre he calls vomit-gore, laced with some Satanism, and lots of edgy editing and jarring soundscapes. The visuals are as extreme and nasty as it can possibly get, guaranteed to push the limits of the most jaded gorehound. This filth is so extreme and pointless, Valentine has to promote and produce the films himself. And just so you know whom you're dealing with, Lucifer claims to be a Satanist raised by Satanist parents, and to have had a sexual relationship with his sister until she commmitted suicide. The movies are populated with real emetophiliacs performing, and Valentine has to hide his real identity due to death threats. These movies almost immediately classified themselves as gore and nastiness for their own sake, the plotless sequence of scenes undeniably falling under the category of pornography for sickos, and will therefore not be reviewed further.
This second part in a trilogy is very realistic gore-vomit-piss-porn, merely featuring one nasty scene after another cut together with frequently annoying jumpy editing, nightmarish sounds and girls telling horror stories about their lives or made to give their bodies to Satan and self-mutilation. Plotless vignettes featuring one self-hating girl after another being ultimately abused has everything in commmon with porn, and will be classified as such if Valentine continues this lame trend. Even hardcore horror fans might be inclined to take a break from their hobbies after watching a girl abused, vomited on, a spider sewn into her vagina, decapitated, then her hollow head used as a vomit glass. Other pleasantries included here are ejaculation of blood, an endless disemboweling, and siamese twins cut apart with a saw. The third part of this trilogy: 'Slow Torture Puke Chamber' continues this extreme Japanese-style, nasty vomit-porn with pointless extreme fetus-gore and is therefore not even worth reviewing separately.
Taking its cue from Fred Vogel in making plotless, very extreme and realistic filth, this movie portrays a bulemic, prostitute stripper as she strips, talks about her trashy life, asks people to do things to her and vomits endlessly while splicing this together with extremely gory snuff scenes and video clips of the prostitute as a little girl. The sound is warped and twisted as is the good editing job, together making you experience a disturbing nightmare of vomit, sleaze and splatter while experiencing what it must be like to be on the bottom rung of the ladder of humanity. The gore features very realistic eye-gouging, head sawing, brain eating and face peeling. In one stand-out scene, a woman's arm is cut off then she is given a guitar and microphone. This would be an intense experience if not for the endless shocks and complete lack of a story, which leads to boredom after 20 minutes.