Ostermontag (1991) – Heiko Fipper.

Incestuous maniac Heiko (Heiko Fipper) lusts for his half-sister Fabienne, who, justifiably, loathes him absolutely. Once Heiko discovers Fabienne's twin sister Helen replaced her for his demented fornications, he brutally unleashes a most sadistic reprisal. While the cast's 'performances' prove uniformly monotonous, the almost eerie blandness of suburbanite psycho Heiko thankfully heightens the innate weirdness of this splendidly sordid S.O.V monstrosity. The grubby VHS quality, and lack of controlled lighting provides a near-constant reminder of Ostermontag's core-deep cheapnis, a dingy D.I.Y delve into a creepy young man's murderous obsessions. And it is the film's queasy predilection for incestuous malfeasance that endows Herr Fipper's notoriously lo-fi splatter-fest with an additionally vile patina of delicious scumminess! There's a deeply entrenched porn-y vibe throughout which will either turn on, or violently repel those who patronize this Germanic sickie! I've always appreciated the softer edges of analogue video, everyone appears drenched in a greasy orange haze, it is the darkly nostalgic hue of long-forgotten wedding videos, and vintage D.I.Y schlock. Ostermontag is many things, none of which have any artistic value, yet the entirely novel concept of kick-jogging may well have some commercial value? Fipper's cheapjack, and hugely chucklesome carnage is good, not especially clean, cathartic fun for the voyeuristic, way more forgiving S.O.V junkie. Almost every skeevey-looking dude with a moustache dies horribly, and I sincerely believe therein lies a valuable lesson for us all!