Bloody baths

There are viscera, severed limbs, feces, and blood. A whitish mash is coming out of a crushed eye, and a nerve is so long that it can be used to make a noose. The rotten female torso next to me has a very pleasant, soft flesh. There is a forearm lying in the corner. Aorta slices have been cut out of hearts and are spread out on the table. My friend has a spine hidden in her nightstand. In the middle is the corpse of an old woman, which we have been turning into a bloody mush for three days in order to pour it into a canister. It's almost midnight. When the city is completely dark, we'll emerge from the ground and stab the first cashier we see at a convenience store, or we'll knock out someone's teeth and cut open their cheeks, or we'll just go to a korn concert. In the morning, we'll break into someone's house, slaughter everyone inside, write philosophical messages in blood on the walls, and remove clothes from the closet, replacing them with the guts of the previous residents.

In general, this was a description of the entire August trilogy. I really love horror movies. but no matter how hard I tried to like pseudo-snuff , I always ended up confused. Yes, I like the raw material shot on a digital camera, and I like the way the violence is presented, but for some reason, I always ended up feeling empty. The only thing I've always enjoyed is the Lucifer Valentine trilogy, and these movies have truly impressed me.

I watched the trilogy when I was 14, along with the Guinea Pig franchise, and I didn't understand why I watched it. Although I really liked movies like Thanatomorphosis, The Poughkeepsie Tapes, and Begotten

and then I started asking myself, "What is the August Underground trying to be? A satire of the realities of one-story America? An exploration of the problem of violence in society? A story about the dark side of the most civilized country on the planet?" No, the August Underground is just a cheap provocation that didn't open up new horizons, set new standards, or nurture a new generation of horror filmmakers, or even pioneer any genre. Yes, there is an opinion that all three films are a story about how a couple of scumbags realize all their sins and repent from film to film; yes, there is a legend that in the first Underground, one of the actors went missing after filming, and they say he was killed in the film. But this is all filler in the context of cinema, both technically and content-wise. It's garbage. It's nothing and about nothing.