L.A. Aids Jabber. (1994) – Drew Godderis.

Incandescently enraged by a shockingly unexpected AIDS diagnosis, a berserk young man slakes his invidious revenge by dementedly plunging a tainted syringe into any who fatally cross his path! It is impossible to describe the psychotic protagonist's sordid, contagion-spreading modus operandi without expressing a modicum of respect for the director's maniacal audacity at having unleashed such a ferociously filthy feature upon an ill-prepared public. While I can't imagine the film's grossly unsavoury premise would attract a multitude of producers today, L.A Aids Jabber's extraordinarily exploitative, diabolically crude, disgustingly deranged, stupefyingly crass contents might only find favour with all those unrepentant Greasy Stranglers in the sleazier vectors of the Videodrome! 

I can patently see why L.A Aids Jabber might give many contemporary slasher fans the needle, but I'm certainly glad I took the plunge, since this terminally toxic S.O.V monstrosity disgustingly provides a potent antidote to the torpidly trope-centric slasher drivel of today. Raw videography, a toilet door wit, and an inexcusably vile killer, Drew Godderis's scummy SD slasher has all the appreciable depth of a microfibre sanitary pad, but 'Jabber' abso-fucking-lutely MUST be seen at least once!

'A mainline threat to horror's mainstream, this scrofulous S.O.V sickie remains a real throat jabber!' - Mahnfahrt Panzerflesh.

'LA Aids Jabber has been sticking it to the man since the 1990s!' - Mandrill Bumslave.

'Only hardened gore addicts with the thickest skins should dare to take on the LA Aids Jabber!' - Tor Bronson.