'Bleed' (2002) – Devin Hamilton.

Post-Scream heralded some egregiously opportunistic horror trash, yet goofy masks, and an unrepentantly cheapnis S.O.V splatter aesthetic can infrequently produce righteous terror toss like Bleed. Not terribly big on smarts, but generously endowed with pleasingly gratuitous top popping and gnarly blood-spillage, Bleed remains a bloody good retrograde slasher. I also appreciated the fact that the first gruesome kill was an appetisingly leggy bro in a miniskirt, suggesting that the killer was an equal opportunity psycho. I'd like to say I was above all the crass, Uber-frat dude pool party shenanigans, but it's indelibly part of Bleed's winningly unsophisticated charms.

The hokey 'murder Club' gimmick rang a tad falsely, but triumphant B-Babe Debbie Rochon's lusciously loony tunes Maddy proved authentically tweaked. Whack job broads in reality are a legit nightmare, while stabby, hump-happy screen sirens are curiously foxy delicious, and ravishing Rochon is magnetically mental! Bleed's T&A quotient is respectable, exposing some exceptionally fine specimens of male and female anatomy, delectably hard bodies that were luridly penetrated by the be-masked hottie slayer. Outside of Ms. Rochon's beautiful eyes, I was additionally distracted by himbo Shawn's (Danny Wolske) office décor, which conspicuously appeared to display the full gamut of Full Moon poster art! Props to the film-makers for giving Lloyd Kaufman and Brinke Stevens an especially choice little scene!