Violent Shit

Well, it's violent, it's shit and it's boring. The only thing that looked kinda cool was the cross-scene (I mean whow!), but then you get something like a car driving on a road for a rock solid 6 minutes (where is the ffwd-button). I know there are a few fanzines who gave this one a good review, but my advice is, stay away from the V.S. series and go for one of the other Schnaas-flicks.

Now, this is an amateur home-video!! Its an ultra "Z" film only for one propose, too shock, with ultra violent and grotesque scenes, with a non linear\sense story.The film focus the character Karl the Buchter (Andreas Schnaas, also the director) in a killing spree, walking around the woods killing people without a propose, every signle death is sadistic and brutal..(what they are thinking?)!

Its not a film of all gore fans, its beyond that,its a film for real ultra-violent cinema fans, in my opinion the film is a little bit sick,nasty and unnecessary..If you like this one, i recommend: "Antro da Necrofilia" and "Eu Zombie!!! 2- A carnificina total"

An escaped psycho with a massive meat-cleaver hacks his way through lots of people, meets Jesus, and 'gives birth' to a baby.

German underground horror director Andreas Schnaas' definitely can't be accused of giving his debut splatter-fest a misleading title: Violent Sh*t is both violent and sh*t! Without even the slightest hint of an intelligible plot to get in the way of the endless barrage of offensive visuals, the film acts primarily as a showcase for Schnaas' cheap-jack gore effects, which range from the fairly routine (severed heads, hands and assorted meat-cleaver murders) to the downright revolting (a woman is cut open from her snatch upwards and disembowelled).

The blood gushes in impossibly bright red, the various prosthetic body-parts look thoroughly unconvincing, the dialogue is dreadful (best/worst line: 'this bullsh*tting job is f*ucking me to sh*ts'), there is an overuse of horrible video effects (solarisation and shuddery imagery), all the actors are unattractive with the majority sporting nasty mullets or perms, and no-one even thinks to fight back against the killer.

However, despite being one of the most inane, poorly constructed, and downright shoddy pieces of film-making I'll probably ever see, I've got to admit that, as a card carrying gore-hound, I enjoyed Violent Sh*t just a little for its sheer audacity, and occasionally, its plain weirdness.

4.5 out of 10, rounded up to 5 for IMDb.

I made the music to this film, already nearly 17 years ago. There is an error the film is from 1988 not from 1987 (because i bought my Korg M1 Music Workstation back in 88). Since 1985 I was a big fan from electronic film scores so i tried to do my best. When I first saw the movie i thought "this film is sick" and i thought how could i give it a more pro look, so i made the music "eerie, mysterious", what i didn't knew that they had no equipment to mix it ..... Anyway it was fun, I just had like 4 days to do the music, because they wanted to show the film at an festival. Like I said sick film - but they had a lot of fun :) Micky

What should I have expected from a movie that says, 'Experience a lesson in real BAD taste' and 'Expect the worst' on the front cover? Starring an actor called K. the butcher shitter and produced by the violent shitters? This was the debut of loud-mouthed German gore fiend Andreas Schnaaaaas. (!) A director that's renowned for releasing 'films' that would get banned in most countries for their titles alone. Shot on a camcorder, Violent Shit makes Nail Gun Massacre look like Spielberg helmed it in his spare time under a pseudonym. Seriously, this isn't a movie at all; it's more like an exercise in restraint. Sitting through the whole eighty minutes is like being locked in a room with Peewee Herman and not killing him. A task that, if completed, will prove a man's machismo so decidedly, that he will be able to walk proud for the rest of his life. If you've checked my review list, you'll see that I'm a forgiving fellow. I'd have to be, because I've seen some utter schlock in my life, but this wipes the existence of the worst of them from my memory. Quite how it went on to spawn three sequels is amazing, and how the crew behind the production was not imprisoned for some kind of breach of human rights was a further miracle. Still, I've started my review so I may as well tell you what left me so bemused.

The credits roll over a child playing in some woodland with a ball. He goes home and his mother threatens him, saying `You wait.Get in here' The door closes and we hear a somewhat leisurely scream. It looks as if the youngster killed his mum with a meat cleaver, because he comes outside splashed in blood with the weapon in his hand. Two decades later, the Police (or Polizei) are transferring the demented looking bogeyman to, erm. well, we don't ever learn; but thankfully an officer sums it up neatly for us. `Now we have to work overtime to bring these retards back to their holes!' I couldn't have put it better myself. I must comment on the security, which was questionable to say the least. I mean, is that how they transfer homicidal maniacs in Germany? In an Herby-esque camper van without any bars on the windows or dead locks on the door? Hmmm. Anyway, one of the coppers makes the fatal mistake of giving in to the call of nature and returns to find his buddies bloodily despatched surprisingly off screen. I thought the killer (we don't find out his name) was giving one of them a love bite, but I guess he was eating his neck! After shouting, `Stop you pig, or I'll shoot' (!) the final lawman meets his bloody end by a patently cardboard machete to the shoulder. His demise was undoubtedly his own fault for leaving such a deadly blade inside the van with a nut-job in the first place, but hey, I guess his rampage had to be kicked off somehow. Without going into the fact that this constabulary's methods for transferring psychopaths certainly needed a complete overhaul, let's just say that the butcher ends up roaming the countryside and killing everyone that he bumps into on his journey.

The plot's is as non-existent as anyone could expect it to be, he legs it around some Greenland, with a blade in his hand and a scar on his cheek(s) offing anyone that bumps into him. The first, a woman driving along listening to UB40's 'Red Red Wine' (has Schnaas been sued or did he buy the rites? - I very much doubt it!) breaks down, then gets thrown on the floor and her breast cut off. After some bizarre camera work involving the photographer spinning the camcorder in circles (yes, you'll get a headache!) a guy gets his penis chopped in half! All these are shot in unflinching close-up with paint-red blood spraying unconvincingly over the surroundings. Then an unfortunate vulgar speeched gardener gets cut in half with a hedge trimmer then his head is chopped in two! The final excuse for gratuitous gore that I'll tell you about (although there's plenty more throughout the eighty minute runtime), involves a woman getting split in half from the vagina upward. Then the killer (we still didn't learn his name) disembowels her, chucking her intestines, liver and every other organ that Schnaas could find a close replica for, - on the floor in front of the camera! I'm making this sound a whole lot better than it actually is, but keep in mind that the 'acting' is no less than ridiculous, the music is played separately from the (German - subtitled in English) dialogue (what do you expect from a camcorder) and the lighting stinks. At one-point things got all anti-religious when the nut-job sticks his head in, I guess what's supposed to be Jesus' stomach! We don't get an explanation on why there he is - the Son of God - stuck on a crucifix out in the middle of the woods! And the ending, oh yes the ending. What the hell?

There's loads of pointless padding, like endless driving sequences showing cars heading down long, boring roads that never amount to anything and there's some X-rated dialogue that brings about a giggle. I guess we can forgive some of the inconsistencies, seeing how this was made tongue in cheek to be consumed in the same manor, but to be honest, a lot of the pointless exploitation was a little too sickening and not in a good way. Schnaas really should have started himself a career in special effects, putting his clearly visible talents to use with more experienced filmmakers. But instead he goes on to make movies like this that will only appeal to gore hounds that are truly forgiving. What's left to say about Violent Shit? Is it Violent? Yes, very. But don't forget, it's also a steaming pile of. You get the picture.