The Necro Files (1997) – Matt Jaissle.

Following the gruesomely Blood Feastian slaughter of a nubile, the vile rapist's remains are cartoonishly reanimated by a Walmart Satanist in a knock-off Gwar outfit, thereby diabolically disgorging one of the most ghoulish goof-offs in S.O.V history. Bereft of even a minim of plausibility, Jaissel's exultantly trashy trawl through buckets of animal entrails, gratuitous gut-spillage, squirrelly performances, puerile perversity, and doggy-doo dialogue miraculously transmogrifies into a bat shit bonkers B-movie banger! The dime-store diabolism, spectacular crudity, trite TV Cop-isms, deliberate avoidance of nuance, and unrepentantly D.I.Y splatter FX, suggests that The Necro Files's infamy is despicably deserved! All that being said, this is plainly a case of preaching to the perverted, as some mainstream horror fans may baulk at Jaissle's relentlessly doofoid mise-en-scene.

The Necro Files dingily entertaining content proves that, on Blue Moon occasions, one can indeed make a Silk schlock purse from a cow's bloody ear! When a cheapnis chunk-blower revels so joyously in the absurdity of its premise, pointedly ridiculing credulity with the comedic ingress of a child's denuded doll, poorly masquerading as a wire-borne demon spawn, this is hugely deserving of our respect and admiration! A frustrating number of no-budget schlockers are merely turgid facsimiles of formula-flaccid Hollywooden slashers, whereas The Necro Files's continued popularity and preservation on HD is not only meritorious, it proves that John Water's immaculate credo of trusting one's own bad taste remains invaluable advice for any would-be splatter-maker!