A Serbian Film

This film was honestly one of the worst films I’ve seen in a long time. It’s not the gore or shock that bothers me, I could care less about that, it’s how it was used. it was gratuitous for the sake of gratuity and THAT’S not even the worst of it. It’s not like this movie was Jackass 3d which proudly displays its stupidity. It’s not like this movie was Human Centipede 1 or 2 (both of which I adore for their ridiculousness) which at least showcased its gore with full aplomb and didn’t apologize for itself. It was trying to disgust you. No, this film seems almost like someone wanted to make a serious movie, with good color, and cinematography, with real intentions and then devolved into what could have been described as a Hostel sequel. If they had made this with the intention of “How far would a man go for money” in the world of porn films it could have had some actual and real potential. It could have been a deep and interesting look into the depraved world of the human psyche. Instead it showed us a man stumbling from one improbable scene to the next. It showed us someone so drugged up that he was willing to rape and fuck anything he came into contact with, no longer any questions asked.

and then he rapes his own son while his brother rapes his wife without him even knowing it until it is too late. And somehow this is supposed to be worse and more dramatic then an earlier scene where the protagonist Milo stumbles upon a different film by his director where a grown man helps a tied up woman give birth to her child only to immediately proceed to rape the newborn.

It’s just so unnecessary in this film. It really really is. There was absolutely no reason for that scene to be in this film. Either of them. But the most useless and worse scene I watched was not the worst because of it’s violence, gore, shock, depravity or any other number of adjectives. It was the very last 3 seconds of film. After realizing what he had done, Milo returns home to where his wife and child are huddling on the ground naked and bloody. Milo hugs them close to him before proceeding to cry in the shower. They get cleaned up as the mother sings a song to the boy and they all crawl into bed together and just hold each other close. Milo holds the stolen handgun to his wife’s back and as they look into each other’s eyes, the camera cuts to a shot of the outside of the house and you hear the trigger pulled as the bullet passes through the wife, into the child, and out through Milo’s back. It would have been a decent ending to an otherwise crummy film, but the fucking part where the porn film camera men show up in their living room out of nowhere and then the new director says “Come on. Start with the little one” as one of the other men proceeds to unzip his pants before it simply cuts to the credits was the worst. That was just straight up retarded. This movie couldn’t even leave a well enough ending alone without shoehorning in more useless and arbitrary ultra-violence for no discernible reason. This movie was just bad, plain and simple. It was a disappointment in the worst way. It couldn’t even deliver on the gore and ultra-violence is the worst of it.