Unless you're really into underground horror or you like very bad amateur pornography, you probably don't know about the 2 edgy 5 u "movies" of Canadian edgelord Lucifer Valentine. What we have here is a sequel to a movie that had no sense of plot continuity, story, or characters to go off of. As such, this movie is basically just a rambling mess of auditory and visual diarrhea being played and reversed throughout its all too long 70 something minute long runtime. Like all of Lucifer Valentine's movies, there's never an explanation as to why his movies feel like loud, humorless YouTube Poops, or why he feels a need to line them up with sex, urine, vomit, and a fat guy with an octopus on his head? I've been told by film fanatics that the best way to become a film auteur is to brand your insanity. Lucifer Valentine thinks he's doing this but he's literally just having semi attractive women and uglier women barfing on each other while the camera and editing software has a stroke. Sir, if you want to make porn, just say you're making porn. Don't be weird about it.
Review of ReGOREgitated Sacrifice
