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.