Every time I believe that I have discovered the ultimate in repugnant, vile and downright scuzzy film-making, something comes along to prove to me that there are always more contenders for the title—it's just a matter of finding them.
This time, it's Shaun Costello's Forced Entry that has made me feel like like a complete degenerate for watching it. This reprehensible slice of roughie sleaze stars Harry Reems as a disturbed Vietnam vet who gets his kicks from raping and killing women. Working as a gas pump attendant, the psycho selects victims from unsuspecting customers at his garage, deceives them into giving him their home address, and then pays them a little 'visit'.
After spying on victim number one indulging in a spot of (prolonged and rather dull) lovemaking with her man (played by Costello himself), our knife-wielding nutter breaks into her apartment and assaults her, before slitting her throat.
The next unlucky lady to cross Reems' path fares even worse: she is interrupted mid-shower at gun-point, brutally sodomised (all the while being verbally abused), and then repeatedly stabbed in the belly and chest.
The loopy killer meets his match, however, when he chooses a couple of stoned hippy lesbians to be victims three and four. Too wasted to find him intimidating they merely laugh at his threats. Finding this all too much to take, a confused Reems turns his gun on himself, and blows out his brains! A thoroughly distasteful fusion of explicit sex and extreme misogynistic violence, this is harsh viewing that is made even harder to stomach through the use of genuine Vietnam war footage, which is inter-cut during Reems' vicious attacks. As if scenes of rape and murder weren't harrowing enough on their own! When viewed as porn, Forced Entry is a failure: the non violent sex scenes are over-long and mundane (and robbed of much of their eroticism by constant cutting to Reems' leering maniac), and the rapes are completely abhorrent. But as an unforgettable exercise in pushing the boundaries, I guess it can be viewed as a success.
I'm not sure how to rate this one, so I'll give it a middling score of 5/10 (a bit of a cop-out, I know). Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to scrub my eyeballs!
This time, it's Shaun Costello's Forced Entry that has made me feel like like a complete degenerate for watching it. This reprehensible slice of roughie sleaze stars Harry Reems as a disturbed Vietnam vet who gets his kicks from raping and killing women. Working as a gas pump attendant, the psycho selects victims from unsuspecting customers at his garage, deceives them into giving him their home address, and then pays them a little 'visit'.
After spying on victim number one indulging in a spot of (prolonged and rather dull) lovemaking with her man (played by Costello himself), our knife-wielding nutter breaks into her apartment and assaults her, before slitting her throat.
The next unlucky lady to cross Reems' path fares even worse: she is interrupted mid-shower at gun-point, brutally sodomised (all the while being verbally abused), and then repeatedly stabbed in the belly and chest.
The loopy killer meets his match, however, when he chooses a couple of stoned hippy lesbians to be victims three and four. Too wasted to find him intimidating they merely laugh at his threats. Finding this all too much to take, a confused Reems turns his gun on himself, and blows out his brains! A thoroughly distasteful fusion of explicit sex and extreme misogynistic violence, this is harsh viewing that is made even harder to stomach through the use of genuine Vietnam war footage, which is inter-cut during Reems' vicious attacks. As if scenes of rape and murder weren't harrowing enough on their own! When viewed as porn, Forced Entry is a failure: the non violent sex scenes are over-long and mundane (and robbed of much of their eroticism by constant cutting to Reems' leering maniac), and the rapes are completely abhorrent. But as an unforgettable exercise in pushing the boundaries, I guess it can be viewed as a success.
I'm not sure how to rate this one, so I'll give it a middling score of 5/10 (a bit of a cop-out, I know). Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to scrub my eyeballs!