Blutnacht 2 (2202) – Jochen Stephan.

Not especially sinister, Satin-clad occultists seemingly invoke a grotesque-looking fiend who, quite typically, unleashes bloody mayhem in the not exactly undeservedly obscure German S.O.V splatter Blutnacht 2 aka Blood Night 2. Zero production value. Zero acting ability. Zero attempts to record audible sound. And ZERO chance of me tracking down the original, and only partially redeemed by prodigious levels of enjoyably sloppy H.G. Lewis-tastic gut-bucket GORE. Blutnacht 2 is fucking pony, and yet, like a melt, I kept on watching, and begrudgingly, kinda dug the bloodier/stoopider parts of it. Not a cheapnis horror title I can recommend, but that of itself, is certainly no good reason for anyone curious enough to not try out this seemingly unknown D.I.Y slasher.

One of the more bogus decisions by the film-makers are the uniformly unlikeable protagonists, it simply CANNOT be a coincidence that they are all so mindlessly wretched, but, then again, why deliberately alienate the audience with such unflinching rigor? Director Jochen's attempts to appease the audience with luridly repeated scenes of blow-jobbing stoner youths being violently destroyed in the blackened forest are not without a moderation of skeevey appeal. Nil budget Blutnacht 2 is the crudest slasher paradigm boiled down to a bloodied sludge of none-lowest common denominators, which, arguably, is why I foolhardily chose to write some words about it. The moral of Blutnacht 2 is that should one accept oral sex from an almost hot German Goth, you SHALL be horribly mutilated by said bog-faced shitter. The End. If y'all edited out all the REALLY bad scenes, there'd barely be enough viable film left to moisten a Sardine's anus.