Slaughter Disc.

by | Jan 8, 2015 | The Horror Review News | 0 comments

I love the concept of cross-breeding hardcore and horror; hell, if you’re going to make a film with any degree of extremity, why not go all the way? Especially if you’re an independent – what have you got to lose? You can always put together a more boring picture later to suck up to the Aspen crowd with when you really start to feel that Quentin complex kicking in. And a little bit of one genre really goes a long way toward improving a mediocre serving of the other. A good dose of ass-fucking will lively up a limpid zombie movie in just as much a hurry as a bit of faux-snuff in a triple x-er. That said, the goth/splatterporn of Slaughter Disc was still new to me, as were a number of its twisted elements. After all, Carnal Morgue prides itself, and justifiably so, on offering “Twisted Tales of Macabre Erotica.” So viddy well, little droogies, viddy well…

You know something’s righteously wrong with a flick when it opens up with a scene of clown porn. That’s right, clown porn; two young chicks in face paint and balloon knots going at it, hardcore. This is the video our student protagonist Mike (Robert Williams) is spanking it to when his chubby girlfriend Carrie shows up to bust his balls, literally, when she finds that he’s stood her up for a single-handed hammer session.

Simple young man that he is Mike recovers quickly, drowning his sorrows down at the video shop with a heaping helping of more clown porn. Along the way this month’s cover of Adult Film Journal catches his eye with the promise of a revealing feature on Andromeda Strange (Caroline Pierce), “Porn Vixen from Hell.” (Said cover also boasts a review of a skin flick with the greatest title ever: Kiester Bunny.)

Nursing a bruised groin back at his apartment, Mike is easily seduced by the advertisements for http://www.andromedastrange.com and immediately jumps online to order her highly restricted special-offer DVD. Mike’s still deep into the insane clown pussy when this arrives, and with a very sticky signature the forbidden holographic disc is his for the playing. Something he wastes no time in doing, being immediately treated to what begins as a simple striptease by a sexy big-assed gothic broad. As multiple video effects accompany the unveiling of Andromeda’s many piercings in her candlelit chamber Mike is immediately hooked, breaking out the hand lotion and tossing off before Andi’s even down to her fishnets.

Once she’s naked Andromeda pulls out a Grim Reaper dildo and begins plunging away to the increasing excitement of herself and the viewer. Soon it becomes clear that she’s on her period, but far from diminishing her lust the sight of her precious bodily fluid only arouses her further and it isn’t long before Andromeda is covered in blood. Even when she reaches her climax Andromeda is not completely sated, continuing to lick the menstrual blood from her hands.

To the return of the pulsating soundtrack Andromeda pulls out a straight razor. This she slowly licks before drawing it lightly over her body, reawakening her excitement to the point where she’s soon slitting her wrist and lapping up the fresh blood as it wells out. But even this isn’t enough – chanting “More” as the music continues to build, Andromeda raises the razor to her throat and drags it deeply across. The music lurches and winds down as blood pours out of her mouth and neck and the camera moves back with her head to linger on her pale dead face.

“Oh you creepy bitch! I’ve had enough!” says Mike as he puts himself back together. But clearly he hasn’t, as when he returns home from his job at the tire shop the next day the first thing he does is fire up the television for another dose of Strange. “Let’s see you shake your pasty white ass,” he says, settling back on the couch for another round of lotion hockey. No opening menu this time, Andromeda appears directly, looking even more waxen than before and still bearing her ragged throat and wrist wounds. Her eyes are now pale blue on black, rimmed with kohl for a ghoulish necromantic effect. (The fact that Pierce is willing to wear scleral contacts for the duration of her role is as impressive as any of the hardcore action that follows.)

This time Andromeda has a friend, a naked man tied to a chair with his mouth sealed by duct tape. Andromeda quickly goes to work on him, and soon has the scared bastard’s cock in her mouth. It doesn’t take long to get him hard, and with her double tongue studs she even coaxes a cumshot straight into her open mouth. And although Andromeda loves cum, she likes blood even more – out comes the razor, and open comes his throat. This doesn’t seem to bother young Mike in the slightest however, as he busts a nut on the TV screen while Andromeda giggles and licks her fingers. “Oh Andromeda, you’ve got me so into this spooky gothic shit. Except maybe next time you should probably make everything look a little bit more real.”

The next day Mike’s party-hearty attitude loses him his job – it turns out that aside from knocking one out to kinky porn on a regular basis Mike likes to throw back a few at frat parties and gangbang drunk chicks. While drowning his sorrows in beer and Andromeda Mike gets a call from his buddy John, offering to take him out drinking to take his mind off his newfound unemployment. Mike goes to the bar to meet him, but John never shows so Mike ends up polishing of a bottle of whiskey on his own.

The next day Mike delivers an impressive display of vomiting and, with the insomnia of a murderous hangover, goes back to the cathode embrace of Andromeda Strange. She’s brought another friend to the screen this time – Mike’s friend John. Tied naked to a bed John gets the deluxe treatment from Andromeda: spitting blood onto his cock she pulls him erect and proceeds to deep throat him. Soon she’s on top of him, riding him to her satisfaction and then finishing him off with some bloody oral. And then some; climbing back on top of him Andromeda brandishes a claw hammer and gives him a good crack on the skull. Then she reverses it and proceeds to beat him repeatedly with the claw end, breaking his head wide open. Blood and brains fly everywhere, the camera lingering on grey matter and gore oozing out of the gaping head wound. Randy as ever, Andromeda reaches into the wide open skull and pulls out a piece of brain matter which she chews and swallows with relish. Then she goes back for another handful.

After getting dressed Andromeda trusses John’s body up in garbage bags and duct tape and hauls him out for a burial in a public park. All of which, curiously enough, is played out on the DVD; Mike is convinced his friend is fucking with him, especially when he begins receiving calls that his cell phone registers as coming from John. But when the calls don’t stop and John is never heard from, Mike makes a run out to the park and uncovers John’s ruined body.

Things begin to sink in at that point, and Mike’s increasingly desperate series of actions involves a number of other people right up to and beyond the point where he finally meets his dream girl in the flesh. Or does he? Could it all be just a sick fantasy taking place in the confused mind of a demented porn junkie, or is there really a sacrificial occult conspiracy at work here…?

The ending is actually as intriguing as anything you could want from the scenario, which has been gruesome and unusual enough already to provide ample viewing satisfaction. Aside from the gratifying mix of graphic sex and violence the story itself is rather captivating, and brought to vivid life by cinematography more capable than you’d expect from either an indie horror or an amateur porn offering. The great score, by Peter J. Gorritz, is alternately driving, seductive and haunting as needed. (The film’s sound itself is mastered a little unevenly, so that dialogue is rather muted while screams and the soundtrack come through quite loudly, but of course this might only occur on the screener’s DVD-ROM format.) The attention to detail is truly impressive, right down to the forms and letters Mike is seen using, not to mention the covers of the DVDs and magazines he consumes and the videos he’s seen watching. (Mike’s apartment however is way too neat and nicely decorated for an alcoholic porn addict grease monkey – in fact it’s so neat and nicely decorated it actually looks a little out of place in the context of the story. Not that that’s a crime, but the fancy art prints, rugs and ottoman don’t really seem to match the personality of our young beat-off artist.) Both the prosthetic and editing effects are skilled and, did I mention, the mix of hardcore sex and gore? All of which was a nice surprise on this end, as with the low-budget screener box format and lack of promotional materials I was kind of expecting Slaughter Disc to be some half-ass quasi-occult slasher about some haunted DVD that went flying through the air slicing people’s necks open…

I don’t know what else The Carnal Morgue has been producing, but if Slaughter Disc is any indication the line-up will be worth clearing a space on your video shelf for.

– Crites

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