Slaughtered Vomit Dolls (2006) (V)

Director:

Lucifer Valentine

Writer:

Lucifer Valentine (writer)

Release Date:

14 February 2006 (USA)

Genre:

Horror

Tagline:

What you are about to see are Satan's proudest moments

Plot:

The gruesome tapestry of psychological manifestations of a nineteen year old bulimic runaway stripper-turned prostitute as she descends into a hellish pit of satanic nightmares and hallucinations. |

Plot Keywords:

Prostitute | Satanic | Disturbing | Grotesque | Torture

Cast

Ameara Lavey	...	Angela Aberdeen
Pig Lizzy
Maja Lee
Princess Pam
Miss Pussy Pants
Allen Nasty
Hank Skinny

Runtime:

71 min

Country:

Canada | USA

Language:

English

Color:

Color

Aspect Ratio:

1.33 : 1

Sound Mix:

Dolby

Certification:

USA:Unrated | Germany:BPjM Restricted

Filming Locations:

Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada

Company:

Kingdom Of Hell Productions

Movie Connections:

References Ginî piggu 2: Chiniku no hana (1985) (V)

An awful upchuck epic.

The best thing about Lucifer Valentine's Slaughtered Vomit Dolls is its lurid title.

Devoid of a coherent narrative and lacking technical merit of any sort, this 'movie' succeeded only in making me feel slightly queasy, thanks to endless shots of degenerate low-lifes making themselves puke. Since I've always found the sight of people yarfing up their lunch rather off-putting, that really is no great achievement.

Valentine's cast are a skeezy bunch of strippers, whores and losers who prattle on to the camera about who-knows-what, only stopping in order to lose their lunch onto glass top coffee tables, into toilet bowls, and, in one scene, into a person's skull cavity (after they have had their cranium removed and their brains eaten). To a lover of extreme film-making, this might sound like an unmissable treat; but don't be fooled—it isn't.

I am unsure as to whether this movie is supposed to be art, exploitation, or something else entirely, but the one thing I am sure about is that it is complete and utter rubbish. I guess the gore (which includes a prolonged scene of eyeball fondling) might've made the whole thing just about bearable, if the dodgy camera-work and bad editing hadn't made it so difficult to see what was happening.

Add to the lousy visuals a headache-inducing cacophonous soundtrack, and the result is an incomprehensible mess that has found a small (and, judging by the comments on IMDb, mostly disappointed) audience only by appealing to their sense of morbid curiosity.