Jul 13, 2008

ReGOREgitated Sacrifice

The second in his self-proclaimed "Vomit Gore" trilogy, Lucifer Valentine brings us exactly what he promises with his convention breaking genre. Descending from the final moments of Slaughtered Vomit Dolls is where ReGOREgitated Sacrifice (Don't mind the pun) begins. Armed with a plot that rivals What is it? and a visual effects department that would be able to re-create the most disgusting crime on earth, Kingdom of Hell Productions proudly brings you ReGOREgitated Sacrifice.

ReGOREgitated Sacrifice is a non-linear structured film (that can be told by viewing the trailer) which features a plot that could be best explained by Lucifer Valentine himself.

Guided by identical twin demon spirits, the black angels of hell, we see the diabolical depiction of the alternate-parallel dimension of the simultaneous suicide deaths of Kurt Cobain and bulimic porn star Angela Aberdeen; as seen through the mental activity of Angela's journey toward brain death as a result of her self-inflicted death by drowning.

Valentine's editing is a bad taste to a lot of fans and critics alike. Andrey Iskanov on speed comes to mind, but nonetheless, the care and time put forth in splicing frame by frame to various audio clips of distorted screams and guttural grunts presents a love for one's own craft that transcends boundaries. The scenes are either a fleeting confessional before brain death or a splurching form of violence construing stringy flesh and feeble brain matter.

The one thing more notorious about the film is the director's promoting methods. If you frequent a horror-themed message board, I'm sure you've seen him posting a thread about his latest film and how it's available for free on ReGOREgitatedSacrifice.com, besides the point, His films have been bashed repeatedly by people who haven't viewed the film, or people who criticize Valentine's lack of caring about Grammar whore's respect of the English language.

The films strength is essentially derived from the beautiful posthumous scenes of debauchery and vivid back drops. If the scene starts with a brightly lit white empty space, you can be sure that it's going to be tainted with all sorts of bodily fluids and excess matter for that fact. I also happen to like picking up visual metaphors in his shots. I.E. Whore vomiting ingested piss creating splash effects on the lens distorting her already tortured face. The extreme scenes of symbolism that have been derived from Kabalistic teachings can be described as a formerly diluted Matthew Barney.

The run time is split up into fractions of certain types of scenes. Lucifer Valentine plays it by the book and continues using Hooker Scene/ Vomit Scene/ Hooker Vomit /Hooker Gore/ Confession/ Home Video, then repeats the process. This surprisingly doesn't get as old as it sounds. At being a sliver over an hour, it's hard for anything to get old. A scene that comes to mind that breaks from this snare is the scene of Pregnant Ameara being idolized by two prostitutes.

The Hooker scenes feature amazing styles of camera work which range from tepid "stand in the corner and shoot" angles to breathtaking techniques of which I've never seen executed. The following results in penetrating voyeurism. Much of the anguish in this film seems to be of a personal exorcism routine exercised by fellow film maker Rozz Williams. If this film lacked "Vomit Gore", this trilogy might have ended up being porno for smart sociopaths.

The Satan shtick grows tiresome after a while. I don't really care about forms of religion enough in a sense to bother myself about what they talk about. It also seems that Mr. Valentine might have seen a J-AV in his time. The get up for blank spaces being home for violation, degradation, extreme rape, and other-worldly forms of vaginal torture seem oddly reminiscent of various MASD's or GEN's.

Suddenly, the film halts when you see something unheard of in a Gore film. A negro woman appears. Even goes as far as being a racial border-basher as she is vomited all over. Two clean shaved white women beat, smash, degrade, and rape (with fluids) a young Negro whore. Scenes like these make me chuckle while imagining that the reason Valentine films these upwards shots beneath vomit is due to him being an emetophile. Suicide Girls don't have shit on this ragtag group of ladies.

ReGOREgitated Sacrifice (and the lot) are in essence a psycho-surreal Odyssey idolizing Kurt Cobain. I don't happen to like Nirvana for that matter, so I might have missed something here or there. Regardless of what you think about his previous films, or his forum trolling habits, ReGOREgitated Sacrifice is a fine independent film with several high points. Hell, even if I down right hated these films, I'd still be proud of the intensely creepy crayon art he produces.



Fox said...

Once again, you top yourself with not only the choice of film but with a rarely seen insight into such depraved type of cinema.

I'm tempted to go watch this now on Mr. Valentine's web site, but I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little bit more than nervous.

I feel like y'all do the dirty work for me... keeping me informed on an underground I'm curious about yet too much of a pussy to get into. Stomachs of steel are what y'all have.

It also genuinely refreshing to come here and read original takes on everything from Hancock to vomit gore.

Soiled Sinema said...

I would be lying if I said that this was an easy film to get through, but the satisfaction is whole and the film is beautiful.

I'm glad that I can do that for you.
God only knows that when I first got into "gore" films, It took me damn near a week to watch Flowers of Flesh & Blood.

I work booth operator at our local theater, so I get to pre-screen all big budget films.

It works out in my favor.