Slow Torture Puke Chamber

I am all for extreme 'horror' but is this even horror? What's the story line? There isn't one, I'm confused? Stupid 'movie' it doesn't even have a story to it, its just gore.

It was porn, literally just porn. It's not a film or art, it's terrible. You can tell this is just some dumb man's fantasies put onto a camera, so he can wank off to it later. I watched this expecting to be scared and disturbed by gore and it didn't deliver. I was just kinda grossed out. The worst scene was at the end with a baby, which was honestly just really fricking weird. The thought that he found that erotic or whatever and probably jerked off to it is very concerning but hey ho I guess. If you're really curious then I suppose I do recommend skipping through the movie just to confirm what I've said, but trust me, it really is just porn.

Lucifer Valentine's horror films are very generous in what they offer. Personally, I really think that the people involved in his films had a lot of fun (this is just my feeling, I have no information), that everyone enjoyed performing and building this universe.

So, what's on the agenda for the day? A direct sequel to the previous entry, with a darker and more desperate tone, but even more uninhibited and fun fantasies and gore! I insist, for me there are two sides to this film: the dark and desperate story of the characters, with Angela's self-destructive spiral - which is quite sad, we can identify in a certain way -, and the joy of "projecting" all kinds of "things" on the screen.

So, we have new naughty fantasies such as urophilia... There is a notable scene from that. If the film is rather (erotic)-pornographic in its first part, the gore comes in force in the second half. As usual, I don't want to spoil it, but know that it involves a pregnant woman, and I can say it makes for one hell of a scene! In the genre, it's a scene that pushes things to the max : it's very creative.

Generally speaking, I had a harder time following the story because it's the most psychedelic film in the trilogy (that wasn't a problem).

Like ReGOREgitated Sacrifice, it's a film that I really liked.

Lucifer Valentine delivers what the title promises he definitely warns you... Slow. Torture. Puke. Chamber. If you're not remotely into any of those things and you're not at all familiar with His work I won't advise you to watch this because you'll just be hyper critical for no reason. I am in fact into gross things far more gross than this film. Not a fan of puke play but um it was an entertaining art form. Definitely different. I loved the humiliation and degradation. The surrendering of the free will excites me considering that I am a slave. Poor acting but hey it's low budget. I loved the movie quotes they are classic.

I was sufficiently nauseated by Lucifer Valentine's ReGOREgiated Sacrifice to leave it almost nine years before attempting to complete his infamous 'Vomit Gore' trilogy. I don't think I left it long enough. It probably didn't help that I had just eaten two rounds of ham, cheese and pickle sandwiches, but Slow Torture Puke Chamber definitely had the desired effect, leaving me feeling more than a little bit queasy. Lucifer Valentine fans will no doubt take that as a recommendation.

It might be hard to believe, but this third film takes the depravity even further than before, with all sorts of revolting acts intended to have the bile rising in your throat. There's the expected regurgitation of blood and unidentifiable matter, of course, but Valentine also includes water sports (and I'm not talking about wake-boarding or surfing), insect eating, autoerotic-asphyxiation, crucifix masturbation (The Exorcist has nothing on this!), and sadomasochistic fun with a used tampon.

The performers are a variety of tattooed women who, according to a disclaimer at the beginning of the film, are in no way being forced to debase themselves on camera: apparently they do it for the kicks, which makes one wonder what kind of childhood they had to have grown up with such low self-esteem. Oh, and there's one guy who goes by the name of Hank Skinny who, in the film's bad taste show-stopper, cuts open the belly of a pregnant woman, removes her foetus, and goes where even A Serbian Film didn't dare to go.

This is one of those kinds of films that I find difficult to rate, so I won't. It's far too sick to say that I enjoyed it, but at the same time, I admire its ability to shock even my jaded soul. I also appreciate it for reminding me that, no matter where life takes me, no matter how hard it all gets at times, at least I can say I never starred in a Lucifer Valentine vomit gore movie.