It’s taken me about a week to get my thoughts together & compose a review for Lucifer Valentine’s 2nd installment in his wildly original vomit gore trilogy. Perhaps I should’ve started off with Slaughtered Vomit Dolls but ReGOREgitated Sacrifice seemed to garner better feedback so… here we are. Having said that, I’m finding it as difficult to review the film & give it a fair assessment or rating. In fact, it may be more difficult to review than to actually watch. How ironic considering the film is only 60 some odd minutes.
Where should I begin? After initially viewing this feverishly demented film, I couldn’t decide whether to lose my own lunch (who eats before seeing films like this) or to just slash my wrists and be done with life altogether. Then of course, one takes the more light-hearted approach as we should always when watching disturbing films in batches. I look for images, dialog, or what have you to make me giggle while I squirm. Hey, it works when you’re taking in the August Underground films so why not employ it for the vomit gore classics?
There is quite a bit of history with Lucifer Valentine & how these films came about. Believe it or not, the stories we hear of the man’s life online or in the special features are almost as disturbing as the film itself although I feel deeply compelled to watch the other two films in this trilogy. There is more than enough background on vomit gore films, suicide, & other unpleasantness to warrant a documentary or a few books. Yet, I still feel I should watch more. Huh, what does that say about me?
ReGOREgitated Sacrifice is a hellish portrayal of a young prostitute named Angela Aberdeen (played by a very anorexic Ameara LaVey) slowly drowning. Although the young woman knows her fate may be worse than anything she has known in life, she feels hopeless & resigned which only makes her journey to the netherworld much more horrendous for the viewer. It’s quite difficult to determine whether she’s just having many hallucinations & nightmares or if everything has transpired before her very eyes making Valentine’s film a unique experience in the annals of gory or extreme film-making.
Mind you, the surreal experience disturbs me not so much. We’ve all been exposed to something surreal in our life be it Bunuel, Jodorowsky, & Arrabal so I’m cool with that experience. What takes me out of my comfort zone are supposed real “vomit” scenes & there are quite a few truth be told. Valentine’s vomit fetish in conjunction with over the top gore will be a bit much for the average viewer & may even be off-putting to the fans of extreme horror. Oh, and there is a bit of hardcore porn measured in just for balance.
I really did enjoy the clips of the little girl in the home videos. Hey, don’t get any ideas now. It reminds me of how we often go through so many sordid experiences in life & are left feeling scarred or used up. In the end, we feel as hopeless as Angela Aberdeen & things can potentially take a turn for the worse. Pain & discomfort often spell “tragedy” as none are immune to suffering throughout their existence. Be that as it may, we don’t need Lucifer Valentine to show us just how fudged up our lives really are. Or do we need his mirror reflection?
In light of it all, it’s a brilliant concept irregardless of whether or not you like the film or even care for Lucifer Valentine’s persona. I have to give the man props for bringing something new to the lackluster table of horror even though I can’t recommend his films to everyone unfortunately. On the other hand, I’m sure at least a few of my greatest friends have seen this already so it’s a good centerpiece for prolonged conversations amongst extreme film lovers everywhere.
Sweet dreams, my unpleasant friends.
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