Henenlotter returns after a long hiatus to give us this poorly directed and horribly acted poop. Charlee Danielson is the lead and she's gawdawful, speeding through her narration like a crystal meth queen at a Gay pride white party. The screaming babies are hilarious BUT Danielson, who dominates the movie, is grating and nothing worth looking at.
The movie is about a girl with a seven clitoris vagina whose insatiable appetite for sex is fueled by a bizarre hormone abnormality that causes her to give birth to mutants in a two hour span. She goes through an extended catalog of lovers, who end up dead and/or unwilling participants in her pretentious photographic portraits of themselves in the middle of orgasm. She can't tame her wild beast and she ultimately seeks a goal to get f*cked by God. It could've been much funnier, disturbing and enjoyable if only the direction wasn't so lazy and the acting atrocious.
I truly hate being disappointed by movies made by filmmakers whose past work I love and respect. BRAIN DAMAGE, BASKET CASE and especially FRANKENHOOKER are really great and enjoyable throwbacks to the era of 42nd Street cinema laced with a wild sense of humor. But after 15 years of waiting for Mr. Henenlotter to make another movie, this result is so abysmal, so wretched, that disappointment could only trigger an ejaculation of the black sperm of disappointment. Shame on you, Frank!
The movie is about a girl with a seven clitoris vagina whose insatiable appetite for sex is fueled by a bizarre hormone abnormality that causes her to give birth to mutants in a two hour span. She goes through an extended catalog of lovers, who end up dead and/or unwilling participants in her pretentious photographic portraits of themselves in the middle of orgasm. She can't tame her wild beast and she ultimately seeks a goal to get f*cked by God. It could've been much funnier, disturbing and enjoyable if only the direction wasn't so lazy and the acting atrocious.
I truly hate being disappointed by movies made by filmmakers whose past work I love and respect. BRAIN DAMAGE, BASKET CASE and especially FRANKENHOOKER are really great and enjoyable throwbacks to the era of 42nd Street cinema laced with a wild sense of humor. But after 15 years of waiting for Mr. Henenlotter to make another movie, this result is so abysmal, so wretched, that disappointment could only trigger an ejaculation of the black sperm of disappointment. Shame on you, Frank!