Running time: 71 mins
Director: Lucifer Valentine
Starring: Ameara Lavey, Pig Lizzy, Maja Lee
Every once and a while a film comes along that causes controversy and debate in equal measure. For the most part they are films with some degree of budget behind them, films like Grotesque, A Serbian Film or The Human Centipede [First or Full Sequence]. These films skirt close to the invisible, some say imaginary moral line where the term “art” is used to justify the unjustifiable but these films are tame. Truly tame. The reason you know they’re tame is because people are talking about them, generally people do not talk about the truly dark and disturbing underbelly because they don’t want to taint their soul by mentioning the unmentionable. For some time now I’ve made reference to a film that has gone unreviewed, that is until now.
Slaughtered Vomit Dolls is the directorial debut of Lucifer Valentine – who would go on to direct Slow Torture Puke Chamber and Black Metal Veins. It’s billed as a “gruesome tapestry of psychological manifestations of a 19 year old bulimic runaway stripper-turned prostitute as she descends into a hellish pit of satanic nightmares and hallucinations”. I quote this directly from the IMDB page for the film largely because when you begin to watch the film it seems almost impossible to fish through the blood and vomit to pull out any strands of plot. Initially, after one girl had her eyeball removed, you would be forgiven for thinking that it had more than a passing resemblance to Grotesque but it doesn’t take long to realise (amazingly) that it’s so much worse than the Japanese torture flick. Watching Slaughtered Vomit Dolls alongside Grotesque makes you realise just how much of a plot the latter had, how much it strived to actually paint a piece of narrative fiction.
When Charlie Sheen first watched Flowers of Flesh and Blood he apparently contacted the FBI to report a snuff film (this incident is credited for bringing the feature to a wider audience). There’s no chance of this occurring with Slaughtered Vomit Dolls but that’s largely because of how stylish and edit happy it is (the only compliment available). What it is…well it’s little more than a tarted up snuff-fest in the style of an MTV documentary about Paris Hilton. It’s a truly repulsive film, devoid of any quality with the exception of some incredible editing. No doubt the director would call it “boundary pushing” or “art” but the truth of the matter is that it’s nasty and spiteful and little more than a collection of sequences in which naked women are forced to be brutalised on screen all under the umbrella of a “gruesome tapestry”. Tapestries tell a story, this film is little more than an exercise is sexual and physical violence by someone who isn’t brave enough to put their real name to the cinematic abortion.
Don’t watch this film, it’s the cinematic equivalent of watching Chris Brown beat his girlfriend while you stand to one side cheering.