(a.k.a. Bloodsucking Freaks)
Pain and death are presented as an art form. Master Sardu runs an off, off-Broadway theater of the macabre. Sardu mutilates women on stage and calls it all an act. There’s a lot of nudity and gore, mixed with a great deal of unintentional humor.
A good question might be why would anyone pay to see either a theater production or a film production where naked women are tortured and killed? An even better question is where did this film dredged up so many washed-up strippers. I mean, there’s more beaver in this movie than on the campus of the Oregon State University. The only place you’ll find more hair is on the head of the Master Sardu’s assistant, Ralphus. He’s a wise-cracking midget with an afro and Luis De Jesus‘ performance makes for the strongest argument as to why you should watch this film. Any other reason to watch this film makes me feel like a 42nd Street sleazoid in need of some grungy misogynistic fantasies.
Personally, I’m more interested in listening to the women in this film explain why they agreed to be apart of this mess. It’d be doubly great if Luis de Jesus were the one interviewing them.