Shock 2000 aka Snuff Perversions 2 : more bizarre cases of Death. - Todd Russell.

'Heinz likes to squeeze things!!!!!'

Shock 2000 is grab-ass title, but it is milkily suggestive of the millennial computer meltdown that, until now, has yet to manifest, so I'll go with the far grab-assier Snuff Perversions 2 : more bizarre cases of Death!!! No one without an yard of muscular meat in their sinewy sit-upon should miss out on this scuzzy compilation of pseudo-snuff S.O.V carnality. Horndog papists, basement-smelling dingle-dippers, unrepentant gooch sniffers, and retrograde preverts will prove the ideal demographic for this deep-diving death-dirge of synthetically synthesized S.O.V slaughter. I once experienced unnatural relations with a partially narcotized coelacanth, a not unpleasantly queasy sensation, which only partially resembled the darker scintillations borne from exposure to Shock 2000 aka Snuff Perversions 2 : more bizarre cases of Death.

These strange, analogue captured facsimiles of unauthentically administered exterminations, gaudily auto-eroticised asphyxia, gruesome thrill killings, and sleazy bedroom brutalising is winningly distracting fare. There's one scintillatingly sordid segment of savage siren snuffing, wherein a skeevy dude, clad in uncomfortable-looking bleached jeans busts a terminal number of caps into a pair of saftig pop-tarts, a bravura, blood-squibbed scenario of exquisite trashiness! Snuff Perversions 2 : more bizarre cases of Death proved too much for one Hollywood actor, that he called the cops, who confiscated all the masters, allowing grey market opportunists to release grotty 3^rd gen copies of this fabulously fetid Found Footage farrago. Ideal viewing should you wish to sharpen yourself up for some especially sadistic in-out, and the absolute absence of any narrative connective tissue or music proved weirdly refreshing.