Das Komabrutalle Duelle (1999)- Heiko Fipper.

A militant group of murderous thugs, calling themselves the 80s mafia unleash a brutal reign of terror, which spirals dementedly into a gruesomely retaliatory bonanza of cheapnis ultra-violence. I must hereby openly confess that I am, perhaps, one of few misguided vidiots that actively sought out additional works by egregious VHS reprobate Mr. Fipper. My continued preference for inane S.O.V splatterporn 'shot' by skinny, moustachioed Germans, over the similarly unhinged S.O.V splatterporn produced by bovine Americans is absolutely arbitrary, and can in no way be taken as Video sectarianism, each to their own, guy. If one could appreciate the hugely fanciful concept of a viciously abused public toilet seat, evolving eerily into basic sentience, suddenly discovering a creative yen to shoot S.O.V grottage, it is not inconceivable to claim that the end product might closely resemble 'Das Komabrutalle Duelle'. Copiously unleavened gore, sans narrative cohesion is a blackened itch, that I must, on occasion satisfy, I am certainly not proud of it, but needs must, ya? Fever dreams just won't cut it, as Fipper's mindless schlocker is better described as an interminable terror-turgid nightmare, refracted madly in the loveless compound eye of a cadaver fly.

The technical merits are pitifully undernourished, yet the crudely splattering plenitude of D.I.Y practical FX struck me as oddly compelling. Much more fun than Warhol, far less so than Andy Milligan, and outright inspired compared to the comatizing drudgery of anything by Eli Roth. This is the kind of meaty S.O.V dreck that you can safely watch in between meals without harming your appetite. Baba Jesu doesn't want you to watch it, but fuck Baba Gee, as pointless, unceasing cruelty is dope! The scrappy fight scenes are risible, yet the joyous eruptions of squeazy tomato ketchup gore-splatter is a riot! I laughed heartily throughout, which greatly angered Baba Jesu, making me even happier. Go on, stick it to Baba Gee, and watch Fipper's stupefying S.O.V travesty Das Komabruttale Duelle. I believe there is some argument to suggest this is the purest science fiction, and I will happily fight anyone to the squirty death with a toy chainsaw to elucidate my point. The explicit scenes of field surgery herein may have the merest vestiges of verisimilitude, since superglue was effectively utilized during the Vietnam war.