Defilement of a Porcelain Doll

Jonathan Doe might be one of the least talented directors of the transgression cinema scene. Here we have another low effort fetish porn film that feels awfully longer than it is. There's no creativity in plot or shots. It's women doing goofy and gross acts, though hardly any of it is very extreme or shocking. The location never changes and it only drags the pain out longer. At one point I started skipping around because the film seemed to be going nowhere. I enjoy this directors other work like the youtube channel and his podcast as well as his books, but his films are just unbearable. Some of the worst underground cinema in a long time.

Here's another Jonathan Doe "film", and I stress the word "film" because like most of the nonsense that he comes out with it has about zero plot or anything remotely watchable going on in it. This is little more than boring fetish Porn that Is to light on the porn side and the fetish side isn't done well enough to even make that appealing for fans of that side of cinema. So I stress who was the movie meant for?! This movie was an over long boring fetish Porn that you could have watched on mute and you would have missed nothing because the dialog was pointless. Mostly just background noise. The acting was non existent. And all your really watching is someone getting tortured on a chair for over an hour shown in the most boring ways. Trust me almost nothing happens in this. The torture is barely torture. The only thing good about this film is that both girls are gorgeous and show you the goods but that's it. The rest is complete garbage!

I don't even know how to talk about Defilement of a Porcelain Doll without sounding unhinged. It's disturbing, yeah, but not in the loud, gory way a lot of underground horror tries to be. This one is quiet. Still. And that somehow makes it so much worse.

The atmosphere is claustrophobic, the pacing is slow and deliberate, and it all just lingers like a bad dream you can't shake. The imagery is beautiful in a really sick, broken way. Like you're watching something delicate rot in front of you.

Jonathan Doe taps into something here that's hard to explain. It's not just horror it's shame, obsession, loneliness, trauma. It feels personal, even if it's extreme. I caught myself staring at the screen like I was seeing something I shouldn't be seeing. Not because it was graphic, but because it felt too real.

This isn't for casual horror fans. It's for people who want to feel gross and sad and fascinated all at once. And if that's your thing, this film will burrow into your brain and stay there like mold in the walls.