Necromaniac: Schizophreniac 2

My wife is a total horror freak and got this movie from Netflix. She was making a copy of it to watch later when I turned on the T.V. After seeing about 30 seconds of it... I couldn't stop watching. Kind of like a car wreck or a Tijuana donkey show... It's vile, wretched, sick, disgusting, offensive... and I can't stop watching... WHAT WILL THIS MANIAC DO NEXT?! Needless to say, I went out and bought both of them because I had to have these two in my collection.

The performance put out by John Giancaspro as Harry Russo was amazing. The funny thing is, I found out that in real life, he is a laid back artist and not like that at all. I was almost completely convinced that Ron Atkins had broke him out of the Psyche Ward! The way this guy tears through Vegas like a hurricane, actually made me concerned for his safety. I don't think I've ever ever seen an actor with the same kind of energy.

It's funny how some people consider this movie "racist". It isn't. Harry Russo is a Misanthropic (a person who hates everybody equally) in the purest form. This movie is an all out assault on society in general. If you are the type of person who can find entertainment in something like a GG Allin show, then you will probably love this stuff... if you are the type of person who laughs until your sides hurt at shows like "Friends" or Rob Snyder, then this is probably way over your head.

So love it or hate it, I guarantee that this won't be anything like you have ever seen before. This one will shock even the most hardened film viewers. If your ready for the most offensive, politically incorrect, laugh riot of your life, then you have got to see this.

This sequel to Schizophreniac (1997) is actually worse than the original. I know, it's mind- boggling! See my review on the first film and then add these comments for this sequel. Apparently this is how the director makes his movies: Borrow the family video camera and a couple of bucks for gas money. Round up your untalented, stoner friends and say, "Hey gang, let's make a movie!" Cast the same lead "actor" (or any other real-life mincing, dwarf-size semi-clubfoot screamer) and let him rant without script or direction for 90 minutes. Note to director: puh- leeze never let John "run" again-that weird one-leg-is-shorter-than-the-other-lope of his does nothing but make us guffaw. Get $3 or $4 bucks and hire the most unattractive strippers you can find, have their characters get immediately naked, then point the camera at their love dugout no matter what else is happening in the action. This is shot in Vegas. You would think he could find some good looking cheap strippers! Jeesh. Gets lots of catsup and plastic bleach bottles, some oatmeal and a mannequin and the special effects take care of themselves. This is a terrible waste of film and YOUR time. Skip it. Skip everything this "director" touches. For true guerrilla film-making on a shoestring-check out the films of Nathan Schiff-now they are so bad they are good.