User Reviews

If you've had the dubious "pleasure" of witnessing the god-awful piece of garbage SCHIZOPHRENIAC: THE WHORE MANGLER, then you'll know exactly what to expect from this next entry, but this one amps up the obvious racist and gay overtones of director Ron Atkins and "star" John Giancaspro. Obviously Atkins is a closet homosexual and a racist and misogynist based on the "dialog" of this piece of garbage film. But I do have to say that the dialog in this film is some of the most amusing that I've ever witnessed.

Harry Russo is at it again, this time in Vegas, screaming constantly about "hoo-uhs" (that's "whores" for those of you that don't speak New York-ese...) and nigg*rs and spics and faggots (his words - not mine...) and basically causing low-budget havoc in offensive but hilarious fashion. The best part is when Harry meets Jesus and threatens to f!ck him in the ass...

NECROMANIAC is low-budget film-making (if it can be called that...) at it's absolute worst. The only crap that I've seen that is worse than this is LUCKER THE NECROPHAGOUS, and anything by Andreas Schnaas - but I will admit, the dialog is so ridiculous and over-the-top that it's comical and truly quite amusing...and I have to give it points for that, and for a few good nudie shots. The constant talk of doing everyone in the ass - and racist/sexist/homophobic overtones are so ridiculous that they are truly laugh-worthy. Drink a rack of liquor and watch this one if you aren't offended by blatantly offensive language - You may get as much of a kick out of it as I did...which ain't sayin' much...an EXTREMELY generous 4/10 - and it's only because this piece of crap falls into the "so bad - it's still bad" category...

If you ever wanted to see a gratingly overwrought Howard Stern all jacked up on speed horribly overplay a demented, cross-dressing, masturbating, mother-hating, whore-slaughtering, high decibel profanity-spewing, corpse-fornicating ("I love *beep*in' 'em when they're dead"), smack-shooting, brain-eating, gay-bashing, spastic fit-throwing, hallucinating, totally whacked out of his mind with a toxically murderous mixture of misogynistic rage and psychopathic fury racist lunatic serial killer who went around the bloodthirsty bend because his nasty abusive slut of a mommy liked to shove a beer bottle up his butt as a little boy and now gleefully butchers folks as a crazed nutjob adult when he isn't running around stark naked screaming unprintable vile epithets at the top of his lungs in a hideously redundant, tiresomely strident, completely uninsightful and so aggressively base that it's merely annoying instead of remotely amusing or offensive downright lousy gore opus, then this fetid, obnoxious, sex, rape, nudity and violence-laden worthless chunk of dreadfully puerile splatter porn schlock is just the movie for you. Me? I'd rather rewatch the outstanding "Henry: Portrait of A Serial Killer" again than sit through this godawful interminable bilge a second time.