. . . and here's the second review . . .
RS review by JOSH HANEY !!
ReGOREgitated Sacrifice
A Film by Lucifer Valentine
Starring: Ameara LaVey, Isabelle Styles, Amy Lee, Honey, Hank Skinny & Cinderella Valentine
Kingdom Of Hell Productions
www.regoregitatedsacrifice.com
Reviewed by: Josh Haney
Copyright 2008
Allow me to be philosophical for a moment…what happens when we die? I mean I know some folks believe in Heaven and Hell, some believe in a white light, some that we simply rot in the ground. But I'm talking about those tense seconds creeping into minutes when we finally break the hymen of existence and fall headlong into the ether of the universe. In that time what happens? Do we see what we want to see, or is there some physiological imperative that forces us to witness what we need to see in order to make the transition between alive and dead. If these thoughts are a little to deep for you, just walk away…now, I won't hold it against you. Just crumple up this review and run away, back to your rabbit-like little world. This film is not for the squeamish, be they light of stomach or of brain matter.
I'm lucky to have befriended film maestro Lucifer Valentine a few years back. Though we've never physically met, I know that we share a certain rapport, a dream-state, if you will, that somehow produces images and thoughts of a peculiarly similar nature. With his creation of "vomit gore", I knew I had found a kindred spirit. Granted, we share similar religious beliefs as well, but that's a book unto itself! I'm here to talk about his newest addition to the trilogy that started with 2006's Slaughtered Vomit Dolls.
I wrote in a review for that film…"This film is like a syringe full of speed mainlined right into your body, an unrelenting nightmare of visual depravity that takes a serious viewer to understand or even appreciate what is being presented to you." In a world where so many filmmakers of promise pussy out on their sophomore attempt, I'm quite pleased to say that ReGOREgitated Sacrifice is of exactly the same caliber as it predecessor. If SVD was speed though, RS is drain cleaner! Upon viewing this film, the images presented within gnaw at your brain, causing you to enter a trance state, completely immersed in what you are witnessing on screen. Repeated viewings further increase this chemical imbalance, causing you to flashback on the imagery. Remember, once watched it cannot be unwatched!
RS continues with the story of Angela Aberdeen, a 19 year-old bulimic prostitute who drowned herself after making a pact with Satan to avenge the molestation and abuse she suffered throughout her short, painful life. Now, protected by two incestuous female demons (The Black Angels Of Hell), she wallows in the throes of death, witnessing carnal scenes of utter degeneracy and immorality. All the while, we learn that her life, and for that matter her death, are inexplicably tied to that of Kurt Cobain, lead singer of Nirvana and poet to a generation of disenfranchised youth.
Don't expect a straightforward linear movie. This is conceptual art of the highest order simply masquerading as a horror film. The darkness unleashed in this manifesto is a wake-up call to minds that have been lulled into a false state of security by supposed 'hardcore' films (ala Guinea Pig). If you think you've seen it all before, this piece of cinematic Satanic ritual will be like a .45 caliber slug tearing through your sleeping body.
Some of you out there in review land may think I'm being overly esoteric concerning this work. My answer to that is watch the film, late at night, say around the witching hour, all the lights turned off, and the volume cranked up. Anyone unaccustomed to ritual magic will feel drained after this little experiment. I feel I must again warn you that it is truly extreme cinema; gore, vomit (real, not staged), explicit nudity, and some acts that may (if you're a little on the uptight side) disgust and leave you feeling unclean. But for those few whose planes of reality have been expanded, through whatever means, this will be a beacon, drawing you into the fold with others who understand.
I'm pleased to have been offered the chance to once again worship at the alter of vomit gore. I'm just thankful that Lucifer, a man I like to call friend, is out there, sharing his visions with those of us who comprehend. As I wrote many years ago, while spending some time in a Thorazine haze locked within a padded cell, sometimes darkness is the only answer to the light.
__________________
Lucifer Valentine
666.