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Black Mass of the Nazi Sex Wizard Movie Review

As I stated back in a news article some time ago reporting on Lucifer Valentine (see article here), I’m not the keenest fan of his output. Whilst so many underground sites rave over his Slaughtered Vomit Dolls stuff, I watch ‘em and think “Hmm, shock attention seeking tactics.”

However, I recently chanced upon his short flick, A Perfect Child of Satan and really enjoyed it; enough to give it a bit of attention on Severed Cinema. Being however, that it is only 21-minutes in length and that not much happens for a majority of the running time, a solo review it does not merit. Thus, I figured the best thing to do would be to sew it, Human Centipede-style to another Mr. Valentine office job creation. A day at the office – new movie, vomit, screams, mad camera edits, screams again, nudity, pierced women, vomit, screams, and so on.

Black Mass of the Nazi Sex Wizard (Vomit Gore 4) seemed an appropriate one to add on to this abomination, so in we go. If this is your first time reading anything to do with Lucifer Valentine, he is an extreme artist in his own field, and when he avoids his vomit, etcetera, shows he is capable of putting together some brutal and savage movies with a sense of direction, sort of.

Black Mass of the Nazi Sex Wizard begins with a 2-minute warning about the contents of the film via star, Sister S, she explains how she is a body modification obsessive who performed willingly for Lucifer Valentine and for no one to try any of the acts at home. Then we have a screen before the titles stating near enough the same. This is an unholy build up and it better deliver the goods now!!

Screenshot from Black Mass of the Nazi Sex Wizard

And we’re straight in… a handcuffed blindfolded lady in bra and panties is struggling from a room as Lucifer’s traditional darkly ambient but violent sounding music drums up in the background. “I bet you think you’re gonna get away, don’t you??!!” states a snarling male voice as she’s grabbed from behind. We interlude to a lengthy slow-motion scene of a woman gestating and swaying as the sobs and cries of a girl having needles shoved inside her can be heard. The posing woman is high anti-erotic, like having to suffer your friends mother dancing in skimpy tight clothes, makes you wish for some Vomit Dolls instead.

The title sequence is cool though, as a razor slices into skin for real, the blood is used to write the film’s title as we see grime grain cheerleader footage. Oh, and here we go, a girl vomiting in the bath after having dabbled her toes in blood. Yep, sick fetish time once again, couldn’t resist it, eh? Two girls are now shoving pens down their throats initiating their gag reflex in chorus whilst surreal images chop in.

Thus, arrives a smug girl “Did you call for me?” she poses and calls the camera man “Master” whilst images of Santa Claus and the girl in the bath kind of assaults you. The music pounds and it pounds well. Very atmospheric and adds shovels of craziness to proceedings. There’s a blonde having her breast sawed off, cannibalism, and the call girl closeup to the lens later being slapped about. Old public domain cartoons also play – plus more vomit which is mandatory. It’s all fast and flash edited reminding me of the infamous ‘hell’ sequence from Event Horizon.

So, what the fuck does it all mean? Anyone know? Anybody? Apparently, it’s a few Satanic rituals which birth various incarnations of the character. It’s Christmas night and we witness her tortures and mutilations, or whatever. Just a haphazard excuse on paper to lob together images and scenes of mass editing pulverisation plus gore and stomach contents. As the voice heard across the haunting ending says, they’re all little puke whores, slaughtered vomit dolls.

This is modern day grindhouse cheap fetish porn stuff. Grim, nasty, and captivating. Hacking, eyeball gouging, guts pulling, it’s all here but sometimes hard to properly see which is, I guess, the idea but a shame because a lot of care has gone into some of the effects. Yes, there’s real scenes of mutilation, but there’s a gigantic amount of carnage on faces and such. The girls are devoted to the subject matter and handle the various pains and pleasures soldiering onwards and seem to be having fun. I desperately need a copy of the soundtrack though, totally sublime and worth blasting out at a terrifying wattage.

Black Mass of the Nazi Sex Wizard plays like an endless montage of sudden shocks to the senses. In fact, loops of this one should be used at Guantanamo Bay visually and sonically.

“I find bunnies everywhere I go, but they’re always dead.”

A Perfect Child of Satan Movie Review

Moving on to a very different style for Lucifer. Calm and balanced, A Perfect Child of Satan is the video diary of a hooker called Sarah, played by Chelsea Chainsaw, a lady who starred in and directed a flick called, The Cumming of Jizzus. I bet they grinned ear to ear thinking up that title. Jizzus was played by Matt Daddy, who also starred in various parts of the Throat Fuck Gangbang movies. However, I’m digressing here (part 10 starred a guy with the biggest turn-off of a porn name ever – Wally Rodburn!!?? But also starred Sabrina Deep, who featured in 2009’s, Memoir of a Gusher 4. If you answer any of those questions in a future quiz, then thank me afterwards).

“I’ve just met the man of my dreams,” she smiles, “I’ve never met anyone like this before. Well, I mean, we haven’t actually met, I don’t really know…” The safe world of online dating is put onto the Valentine plate of horror this time round and this girl is all swooning over this guy. She adores him, having been alone in herself for a long time and needing that intimate perfect connection with someone. “He listens to me, he understands me, he knows my mind.” Sarah doesn’t know too much about him. He travels the world working but she has no idea as what.

We discover she doesn’t get out much and doesn’t have many friends, so seldom chances on meeting a bloke. Other than clients but they don’t count. She explains her profession, how she feels. Basically, she is very likeable and one of those people you really do not want anything bad to happen to, which is gut punching as you figure out that sooner or later…

She’s arranged to meet her online Knight over at a hotel. She’s giddy with excitement. If you recall my review for Megan is Missing (see review of Megan is Missing here) you might recall how impressed I was by how the shocks and spills were saved until the final section and it hit you like a truck. Same here. We feel early on how her story is going to end, we expect it, but it doesn’t take away the shudder as we see from his camera her smiling face, hear his geeky voice, then something changes and a look of mortal fear transforms her expression…

A Perfect Child of Satan is brilliant. The final eight or so minutes is filled with nothing but violence and as a nauseous touch, we see their messages to one another in between the screams, pleading, and impacts.

Chelsea Chainsaw, whatever your real name is, I salute you. You are an awesome actress. You are one of those talents who can convey emotions on your features and within your body language, making the viewer sympathise because, like I said, you know damn well how it’s going to end for Sarah.

A Perfect Child of Satan is a different level to what I’ve seen of Lucifer Valentine. It has flesh and feeling, far more poignant and longer lasting in your head than most.

Two sides to his puke filled cannon, and regardless, he is an underground force to be reckoned with, has a vast army of followers, so long may he reign on his throne of nude blood drenched women.