Faces of Gore 2 (2000) Todd Tjersland.

'A grotesque vision of hellish madness!'

I know it's little more than a foolhardy dream, but I'd sincerely like to believe that the hypertensive Dr. Vincent Van Gore is a legitimate medical practitioner, the infamous, foremost Gorenographer of our times! The cruelly sardonic VHS sickie Faces of Gore does exactly what it says on the tin. Justly reviled for its unutterably crass narration, objectionable crudity, and 'comedic' sound FX, Tjersland's glib, monotonous repetition of foully ruinous-looking cadavers remains an acquired taste. Graphic footage of the increasingly horrific aftermaths of mortal vehicular misadventure, gory self-annihilations, sadistic murder, brutal gorings at home, and in the workplace provides for a vile, hotly crimson Gorenucopia of brain-blasting obscenity. The wholly indefensible Faces of Gore 2 is sure to maintain macabre interest in the more openly degenerated shockumentary savage. The internet is hugely effective for disseminating propaganda, but it has also proven itself to be a generous provider of home entertainment's more conspicuously soiled underbelly. Even without the grossly indecent narration, armchair anatomists will find some of the spectacularly grisly distortions of human physiognomy unwholesomely fascinating. Faces of Gore 2 is in abominably poor taste, which, in its own wrong-headed manner, retains some abject appeal for any seeking gratuitously gory exhibits of pulped human remains. Behold then the bloody return of Faces of Gore, in a sordidly sanguineous sequel, that will assault the sensibilities with its relentlessly nauseating barrage of lividly blood-mottled monstrosity!