Kill The Scream Queen

with Deborah Dutch, Heather Forte, Rachel Plaster
Directed and written by Bill Zebub
(Bill Zebub Productions)
By Ari M. Joffe

Bill Zebub’s limp attempt to make a sadistic shocker film in the spirit of I Spit On Your Grave (which sucked) or Last House On The Left (which actually had some artistic merit). Basically, the film consists of a few vignettes with Zebub dressed up in a cheesy skeleton mask luring ditsy wanna-be actresses into his bar to supposedly star in an underground flick. He gets ’em naked, ties ’em up, and at the point they start to realize something’s not kosher, it’s too late. They get raped, whipped, cut with big knives, and verbally abused.

The only really scary part of this film is when you try to figure out its intent. I don’t think it’s supposed to be a horror film in the “monster movie” sense. The focus isn’t on Zebub, the “monster,” so much as it is on the chicks and their naked, beaten, dead bodies. Is this supposed to arouse viewers? I mean, what kinda sick fuck would wanna beat off to a flick where chicks are getting cut up and what not? Call me old fashioned, but I like my blue movies to end with the chick covered in love juice, not blood.
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