Savage Love (2012) – Olaf Ittenbach.

A medieval-era witch is captured, and savagely dismembered for her heresy, and upon her return in modern times, her wrathful revenge manifests itself in a demonic, thrillingly gory manner! Acclaimed, although somewhat divisive Germanic gore-master Ittenbach reveals his bloody hand early on with the exceedingly brutal dispatch of the devil's bride, and then generously provides recidivist gorehounds with a kaleidoscopic melange of grisly eviscerations, luridly realised by wholly credible practical FX. The two rather unlikeable protagonists find that their hedonistic soiree all too swiftly descends into drug-addled weirdness, polymorphous perversity, and bravura blood-letting. Did I give a toss about anyone herein? Absolutely not, but that didn't prevent me from enjoying all the fleshy, full-throttled carnage! The suggestion that Savage Love is merely splatter for splatter's sake is entirely justified, but when the FX are this juicy, who cares a jot about its recycled premise. Savage Love's noisome admixture of Demons and From Dusk Till Dawn has an abundance of OTT gore, variable acting, lewd badinage, schlocky monsters, and a conspicuous lack of subtlety. Not without limitations, Ittenbach consistently practices what he preaches, and that is to deliver a righteous bounty of extremely bloody, B-Horror mayhem! In closing, I don't think any film is truly without merit which includes a butt-naked muscular man enthusiastically getting his solo, slow-mo sweaty kung Fu on!