Fantacide (2007) – Shane Mather.

Enchantingly gory, Mather's 1hr 50 min S.O.V schlocker about chavvy, occultist Neo-Nasties, and their lunatic yen for the infamous spear of longinus is skeevily overpopulated with hapless nerks sans acting ability, manifesting the misanthropic, grotty, and unrepentantly psychotronic skuzz-bomb Fantacide!!!! Some viewers may regard a micro-budgeted travesty that so indelicately conjoins gratuitous ultra-violence, toilet humour, livid misogyny, hirsute homosexual henchmen, sordidly Satanic Shitlerians, and diabolically deviated degenerates to be an altogether unholy admixture. Like some miraculous B-movie alchemist, Shane Mather transforms sado-schlock into guffaw-laden, salaciously gland-goring gold! The towering absurdity, profoundly entrenched cheapnis, and sublime idiot savantism of the performances coalesce into Fantacide's singularly asinine appeal! Like some lizard-brained, Peter Sutcliffe wet dream, Mather's madman mise-en-scene rudely eschews all vestiges of good taste, luridly assaulting the viewer with a plasma-packed panoply of graphic gore, outrageously bloody body-squibs, unleavened crudity, boorish badinage, and all manner of generously gore-blasted buffoonery! Contrary to expectation, my initial pessimism over the film's seemingly protracted running time proved unwarranted, since I would have happily wallowed in Fantacide's tawdry terror trough for another hour. I should like to conclude by openly stating that for my many misdeeds, I remain hugely deserving of Oppenheimer's degenerate 'Special Treatment'.