Goregasm (2007) – Jason Matherne.

'Cockface rocks hard with his sweet ass-cheeks out, and I can fully respect that!

The ultimate perpetrator of coitus interruptus, Cockface killer exits solely to royally fubar your sexi-time! I dig the Cockface killer, cuz he sports a plastic penis on his chin, and his death-bringer is an outsized spongy, real-feel dildo. If I had to die at the hands, or penis-face of some dopey trope-y horror stooge, it would be Cockface ALL night and booze-soaked day, as he got more game than Tyson got bruised pussy. Goregasm is a triumphantly moronic, splendidly smutty, stoopidly splattery good time, unrepentant filth is the future of quality entertainment, and Cockface is our sordidly slaying key-master to a silky, pink-fleshed portal of perfect perversity.

The dingy dialogue is sketchier than a biohazard dump in a VD clinic, the sizzling skeezers herein are righteously sleazy, a dude farts into a glory hole, and the protagonist has 3 cocks; one to fuck, one to fuck you up, and one on his face, just to look awesome! It may sound like a mere frippery, but more genre films would benefit greatly from openly referencing Jizz Mongery. Now I don't wanna come across like a size-queen, but I would have had a stronger Goregasm if Cockface's Death Dildo was three times the size!!!! While some horror fans might be Tromatized by Goregasm's notable lack of intelligence, but it's so dumb, it's almost impossibly dumb, and impossibly dumb sounds like genius to me! The statuesque, wispy-bearded head C.L.A.M is hotter than a self-immolated monk, and she made me wanna spank my wasabi-pasted weaner, singing sad cowboy ballads in bath full of caramelized onion gravy.