His name's Lothar, sometimes Gustav, or any other name. He sells appliances that are supposed to help against tumors and whatever else may ail you. It's a scam, and when Lothar, the pick-up artist who never runs out of perverted things to say, hits it off with Maria, a nurse, it's not just for the sex, but also so he can get addresses of patients whose families are perfect targets for his scam. But this is the least of Maria's problems as Lothar has a very contagious sexual disease: his sperm eats through every rubber and leaves you with some very nasty and finally fatal bodily, well, dysfunctions...
One of the few serious German entries into the horror genre this movie is not the sex-horror trash film you might expect but rather a Cronenbergian nightmare - the sterile surroundings of the clinic, the operating procedures, the theme of rather weird physiological diseases (you could say there's a "new flesh" theme here), the weird apparatuses the male main character Lothar, aka Gustav, lives off selling - all that is reminiscent of my favorite director. Other than that, it has its own style, changing from rather realistic to surreal. The actors are good - Dominic Raacke is the definitive German schwein and has a lot of great dialog. Natja Brunckhorst (Christiane F in the movie of the same name) is a believable heroine, if you will. Michael Greiling is good as the sort of dry doctor you'd expect in, again, an early Cronenberg movie.
