Dard Divorce (2007) – Olaf Ittenbach.

'Do you like me like this?'

Mother, and dipso lawyer (Martine Ittenbach) sues her deadbeat husband Tim (Barrett Jones) who is then killed, his body disappears, and a squalling blood-storm of lurid Ittenbach carnage ensues. Can anyone truly give a toss about a lawyer, and a lush ta' boot? Not on your mom's jelly belly, Nelly! Maybe that's the point, who cares. Pfft! Just make with the exploding intestines, guy!!!!! Ittenbach's insanely violent, corpse-laden shockers offer less than robust narratives, merely the hollowest vessels into which he furiously crams an elephantine abundance of eviscerated body parts, and grossly steaming viscera. Saying that bloody revenge/survival bloodbath Dard Divorce is extremely gory is like saying Stalin was often a wee bit naughty, the daytime soap theatrics, and gruesomely weird tangents are boosted by an off-kilter roller coaster of consistently grisly mayhem.

Drugs are purloined, corrupt cops get medieval, and a ferociously resilient female fights back, as copious gallons of luridly crimson bodily fluids are beatifically discharged, and it is thus, how Ittenbach freaks know all is well in their basement-dwelling worlds. Dard Divorce's plot, such as it is, would bear all the scrutiny of a no-budget pre-glasnost Russian war bunker snuff porno, perhaps then, not one of Ittenbach's best, but still a far better option than a stick in the eye, unless it's Lucio Fulci's/Giannetto's poke in the eye, natch! Ittenbach's A la carte splatter menu is plentifully stocked with mortal disembowelling, graphic shotgun trauma, torturous amputations, splashy blood squibs, maniacal meat cleaver mutilations, and vicious knife goring! I don't believe Dard Divorce has the option of a vegetation menu, since it is an aggressively meat-centric production. Watching a naked man meticulously dissecting a pimp's cadaver proved more edifying than I thought possible.