Goregasm

Well, I promised yesterday that today’s update would be a little more graphic than the last few, and I am quite happy to deliver here. This is an underground film (so underground, in fact, that it’s not even available on Amazon, you have to get it off the companie’s website) about a once quiet New Orleans faced with the small problem of a sexually deviant serial killer called the Cockface Killer running around.
The sequel to (surprisingly enough) Attack of the Cockface Killer, a film I am a little sad I haven’t seen, follows two clerks that work for the cheerfully named Filthy Frank’s Fuck Flicks & Fake Dicks Emporium and find that their favorite pastimes are being severely hampered here. After all, wouldn’t you be upset if a mad killer would break into your house any time you tried to masturbate or have sex and then beat you to death with a giant dildo? Complicating matters further is an insane detective assigned to the case who is convinced that Cockface is a myth, and there’s actually a fetish killer running around. His method of trying to get into his mind, sadly, seems mainly to be based around masturbating with whatever happens to be around at a crime scene, whether it be a blow up doll or the victim’s own shit, much to the horror of his bright female partner. Finally, New Orleans is also facing the menace of the CLAM -- the Clitoral Legion Against Mankind, a group of women led by a bearded lady determined to wipe out the male scourge on the planet, and apparently also to enslave all women that aren’t in their crew.

It’s a surprisingly complicated effort for a film with a production level not all that much higher than what you’d get on the Tomb of Terrors collection (though much more entertaining), though with that framework you wind up with exactly what you’d hope for out of such a movie. It’s mostly funny (the detective can be a bit overdone at times, but how can anyone not enjoy when he tosses an open cup of semen at his partner? Don’t answer that), it’s got quite a bit of blood and gore to it (in addition to the previously mentioned dildo beatings, Cockface also uses a knife and a chainsaw to help ensure that nobody in Louisiana can have a happy healthy sex life), and it’s got nudity just about every half a minute. Hell, the porn shop even has a pair of unofficial mascots who just spend their days and nights going at it in the store, which I can only assume has gone long past the point of chafing.

It’s as delightfully tacky as a movie can get, as one would hope when the killer wears a mask that has a dildo dangling from the chin. You get a surprising amount of anal rape, a woman’s intestines falling all over the floor, a guy wrapping a donut around his dick and providing his own cream -- chances are that if there’s any kind of horrible sexual trauma in your past, this movie features it. That’s not a bad thing, people, that’s how the healing process begins. There’s even a nice punk soundtrack to the film, which, while not as good as the punk goth soundtrack to Return of the Living Dead, does have one incredibly catchy song that mostly appears to just be the singer screaming “Bitch, get your ass in the car!”

I re-watched this so I could review it shortly after watching the Batman porno (what the hell is wrong with me?), and while it’s true that Goregasm does suffer from the lack of such things as the Riddler -- sorry, the Puzzler -- tossing out jokes like “When is a pussy like a flower? When it’s got two lips!”, I do still think it may somehow beat batman as the more enjoyable film. I could go on for quite a while like I did above about what else is in the movie, but it would be unfair to blab about all of it here. Go follow that link about and check it out, you should know by now if it’s the kind of movie you’d want to see.

Rating: *** ½

P.S. While all nudity has been blurred out in the trailer, I’d really hesitate to call it work safe, unless you have a much more understanding boss than I have ever had.



And the Batman XXX trailer (much more work-safe):