German underground gore flicks are a genre by itself. most of them are painfully unwatchable, some because of the actors, some have abysmal special effects and others are incoherent messes of both. the less is said plotwise, the better. the few gems i came across, on the other hand, still stick with me and most likely always will. they are the reason why i still search out obscure german splatters, hoping for a pleasant surprise.
well, blutnacht 2 surely wasn't one of them.
let's take a look at the atrocities committed - i will just list them: -constant yelling, complaining and bleating from the female cast in the first half -the most ridiculous black mass ever celebrated on european ground. come on guys, noone expects a silver goblet and silken robes, but a plastic trophy cup with a price tag on the bottom, and polyester altar clothes? and what about the dork with the cradle of filth shirt? man i've seen 90s black metal clips with more authenticity -two of the most passionless BJs i've ever seen in my life -some guy wearing a yellow polo shirt to camo baggies. no i kid you not -gallons and gallons of red stuff pouring out of murder victims, along with some of the oddest entrails ever pulled from a belly -is it even possible to make a demon less believeable? every second i expected him to take off his mask and reveal himself as a normal serial killer hiding behind a legend - which would've been a nice twist if you ask me -the same demon, with tattooed, very humanoid legs, kills by - behold explosive diarrhea. kidding? oh i wish i was! -how could i almost forget the redneck bloke who is the only one comprehensive and still has subtitles? and who has "i <3 ham" written over his buttocks? or who likes to desecrate disemboweled corpses he finds in the woods?
maybe i am missing the point here. maybe the whole thing was meant to cause nearly 90 minutes of gaping in disbelief, squirming in the seat and concerned shaking of one's head. the reason i avoided this flick was because i mixed up jochen taubert with jochen stephan, and as long as taubert makes movies noone can call uwe boll bad. sadly stephan's work isn't significantly better. do not watch sober.
well, blutnacht 2 surely wasn't one of them.
let's take a look at the atrocities committed - i will just list them: -constant yelling, complaining and bleating from the female cast in the first half -the most ridiculous black mass ever celebrated on european ground. come on guys, noone expects a silver goblet and silken robes, but a plastic trophy cup with a price tag on the bottom, and polyester altar clothes? and what about the dork with the cradle of filth shirt? man i've seen 90s black metal clips with more authenticity -two of the most passionless BJs i've ever seen in my life -some guy wearing a yellow polo shirt to camo baggies. no i kid you not -gallons and gallons of red stuff pouring out of murder victims, along with some of the oddest entrails ever pulled from a belly -is it even possible to make a demon less believeable? every second i expected him to take off his mask and reveal himself as a normal serial killer hiding behind a legend - which would've been a nice twist if you ask me -the same demon, with tattooed, very humanoid legs, kills by - behold explosive diarrhea. kidding? oh i wish i was! -how could i almost forget the redneck bloke who is the only one comprehensive and still has subtitles? and who has "i <3 ham" written over his buttocks? or who likes to desecrate disemboweled corpses he finds in the woods?
maybe i am missing the point here. maybe the whole thing was meant to cause nearly 90 minutes of gaping in disbelief, squirming in the seat and concerned shaking of one's head. the reason i avoided this flick was because i mixed up jochen taubert with jochen stephan, and as long as taubert makes movies noone can call uwe boll bad. sadly stephan's work isn't significantly better. do not watch sober.
