ReGOREgitated Sacrifice

The only thing in this movie that made me sick was the constant moving, shaking and flickering of the camera.

Basically, any no-talent hack can make such a film. All you need is a rented camera (don't worry about quality as it will be wildly spinning about non-stop anyways), some redneck pals with a couple of chubby, slutty girlfriends / sisters / cousins, a few gallons of stage blood and a quick trip to the supermarket for some assorted offal. Get everyone tanked up on JD and Budweiser and it's in the can, so to speak.

I voted 4 out of 10, as I enjoy watching slutty girls slithering around in fake blood. =^.^=

ReGOREgitated Sacrifice (2008)

** (out of 4)

This follow-up to SLAUGHTERED VOMIT DOLLS is pretty much more of the same but as SCREAM 2 explained, a sequel must go much further and that's pretty much what happens here. Normally I'd talk about the plot but there's really no point here. Twins hold a woman hostage and torture her. Various other pits of disgusting horror happens.

That's pretty much all you need to know about this film from director Lucifer Valentine. He basically made the "vomit/gore" genre, which is exactly what it sounds like. This film clocks in at just 65-minutes but there's no question that the director succeeded in what he was trying to do and that was to repulse people.

The first film featured a lot of women making themselves puke and that happens here too, although it is taken to a different level. Pretty much women puke on each other, there's a woman who drinks her pee and then pukes it up and there are more brutal horror elements as well. This includes one woman who is ripped apart with some realistic gore effects.

REGOREGITATED SACRIFICE is impossible to recommend to anyone since it's really only going to appeal to a very limited number of people. I personally found it to be repulsive but then again I don't get any entertaining out of watching people puke.

Still not very good. Having seen all of the trilogy I must say this is the best. It doesn't get any better or any more interesting so if you aren't going to watch these as a trilogy pick this one. Having to wade through piles of vomit isn't exactly fun but having to wade through piles of vomit to discern basic plot points is downright sadistic. I don't think any director is as pointedly cruel to his audience as Mr. Valentine is. Now, I'm okay with gross-out films (otherwise I wouldn't have given this a glance) and I'm okay with gross out art films (Aftermath comes to mind) but when they are good they are very very good and well this is just horrid. The stars awarded are mostly out of pity for the actors because really kudos for having the guts (no pun intended) to make this and the rest is for having the sheer audacity nay, bravery to spend years of life on making three films that are almost completely devoid of redeeming qualities save for an extremely niche audience. Not many directors would have the chutzpah to do this.

Of all the objectionable imagery I have subjected myself to over the years, a bearded guy in scary face paint, smeared all over with blood, wearing a dead octopus on his noggin, and repeatedly puking into the skull cavity of a decapitated head has got to be a contender for 'most nauseating'. The amazing thing is, this scene from Lucifer Valentine's ReGOREgitated Sacrifice is just one of many in this film that could easily qualify for a place in my 'Top Ten Most Repulsive Moments in Movies' list!!

The second film in Valentine's 'Vomit Gore' trilogy, ReGOREgitated Sacrifice is a relentless assault on the senses, an intense barrage of horrific avant garde imagery and sound designed to offend and disgust, and, unlike his first attempt, Slaughtered Vomit Dolls, it didn't bore the hell out of me with its repetitiveness and dreary pace. Although elements from the first film are re utilised (most notably, forced vomiting), ReGOREgitated Sacrifice isn't just the same thing over and over again ad nauseum: Valentine ups the ante with each outrageous scene, daring the viewer to stay with him to the bitter end.

It's a far from pleasant journey (with plenty of very impressively bloody prosthetics work to make matters all the more uncomfortable) and I haven't a clue what message Valentine is trying to convey (I had fun trying to understand, but any intended 'depth' was ultimately wasted on me), but it is a strangely compelling ride, a gruelling test for anyone who claims to have seen it all.

If you're reading this, then you've obviously watched the first installment of the series (or at least have a feel for what these "films" are about) so I won't try to explain them.

If you've watched the first one and think it was too sick and twisted, you might as well just forget about this one. It's much more sinister than the first and definitely more graphic. Along with all the obvious gore and vomit (the series is called "Vomit Gore") there's a certain level of eroticism with the absolutely gorgeous twins. That aspect of the film was not lost on me at all and a definite plus for the second installment.

Many people will say this is an art piece, still more will say it's nothing more than a fetish film but there are a small segment of the viewing audience that simply want an unpleasant film in their collection that's only there to cause controversy. I fall into this small category of cinephiles that simply love the strange and far out techniques used to make this film and ones like it. There's nothing to this film that gives it a social commentary (at least in my eyes). This is simply a film that pushes the boundary of viewing distaste and visceral torture.

If you wish to be pushed to the edge of what's considered cinema, these films are for you. If you can't stomach the vomit, gore, sex, violence, and almost intolerable sound, don't bother watching any of these films.

Thanks again Lucifer Valentine, you've given me a great time with your trilogy.