I've covered Lucifer Valentine's other movies in the past and, considering that this one is no different than any of them, I'm going to keep this very brief.
Puke-loving hack 'edgelord', Valentine, pays more junkie whores to call him "master" and degrade themselves on camera in hotel rooms. Amidst the rapid editing and meaningless, distorted voice-overs (a common trait of his shit) are two-and-a-half minutes of disclaimers that kick things off - slowly read by one of his crackwhore 'subjects'. Then we get into chicks deep-throating dildos, puking in bathroom sinks, toilets and bathtubs. There's random clips of old, public domain Christmas cartoons, a cat on the sidewalk, girls cutting themselves, more puke, piss drinking and eyeball gouging/cranial mutilation.
Honestly, the gore effects started out okay, but the no-talent fucko, Valentine, goes and shows it way too long in close-ups to the point where it starts looking incredibly fake. As far as the rest, it's just another one of his "vomit gore" movies. Boring, completely UN-shocking and self-indulgent.
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