The more shocked accounts of his galling "set pieces" are issued, the more Mr. Of course, to complain about this wanton cruelty might actually earn the director more viewers and more dollars. Needing a break, a viewer might naturally wonder: What could be worse? What boundary is there left to cross? The cinematic answers to such questions emerge, taking victims, on screen and off, on a journey of drudgery through a sick frontier.
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He has made his own apoplectic fit of a movie in which blood cascades down faces and torsos, wherever fists, blades, bullets and, yes, a chain-saw blade have broken the skin. For his second effort, the director seems determined to erupt onto the cinematic scene with a high-anxiety spectacle that induces aneurysms in guardians of decency.
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A fashion photographer, the German slasher barks something to an adult-video store manager that he is here to set American cities on fire in his quiet moments, he dwells on images of the World Trade Center attacks.
In his gleaming muscle car, the dour maniac trolls Las Vegas looking for victims whose lurid clothes and pole dances titillate and enrage him. So says the killer, who crusades against the vices in which he takes part.
Maybe this story is a wider diatribe against America. Is it an attack on the female sex? It certainly seems to be, and when mutilations of undressed women are restaged ceaselessly to the point of banality, the movie proceeds with a ritual goring of preteenage girls. Palumbo is trying to say in his debased film. His horrors are perpetrated by a fictional German-born serial killer who makes his mission clear with every thrust of knife blade and pelvis, acts often committed in tandem.
And this is something many serial killers do: Have sex with their victims (sometimes after they are dead). There is frequent displays of unapologetic misogyny and one of the taboos it breaks is the unwritten rule not to combine violence and sex as it shows the killer having sex with his victims. A young girl Jade (Jade Risser), whose sister Charlotte (Valerie Baber) is dating "The Photographer", suspects that something is not right with him Lots of full-frontal nudity from silicone enhanced porn stars that plays several of the hookers and strippers that find themselves in the clutches of "The Photographer". He is driven in his misogyny by a Nazi fixation and torturous childhood memories of his mother. The "Photographer" (Sven Garrett), is a serial rapist/killer who finds his victims mainly at Las Vegas strip/pole joints. Here's a film that divides the horror fans.
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