REVIEW: Snuff Tape Anthology
Review by “Scratchy” Pete Ellott.
“…It’s all in the act itself…that the act is about…”.
Having previously reviewed the Snuff Tape Trilogy and intrigued to hear of further instalments in the series and where they might lead too…
I was excited to receive this one from Director El Gore and the great team at Black Lava Entertainment to review.
I won’t repeat history. Instead concentrating on the other shorts that make up the remainder of the complete Anthology, covering a work in progress of some 4 to 5 years in total.
A work of love. Of the art itself. Of the effects themselves. Of the love of death…
And the act itself.
Some with an explanation prior to the grainy tape revealing their all. Some needing no explanation at all. No conversation required. Not a word spoken. It’s all very much about the visual impact and suggestion.
4) Dead Baby Fast Food (8.15 min)
Fresh meat.
Crying…
Over assembled tools.
Crushing blows.
Penetrating life…
Seeps out.
Limb by bloody limb.
Piece by bloody piece.
Down to the very core.
Revelling in what is revealed.
5) Full Orgasm Extreme Suicide (10.49 min)
Cum.
Driven home…
Hard…
As nails.
Sliced and sealed.
Alcohol fuelled…
Abuse.
Aided. Gutted.
Till you reach the final slice.
Your goal…
Reached.
6) Organ Trade Autopsy (6.00 min)
Mob connections.
Caught on tape…
To relive…
Every intoxicating moment.
Of brutality.
Hacked and sliced.
Preserved,
Prizes.
On display.
Relish.
The thought.
7) Gore Abortion (19.41 min)
Ending two lives with one act…
Unspeakable joy.
Left hanging…
Naked.
Bloody.
Mess.
Violated, punched, abused.
Worthless, pissing, trembling.
A penetrating blade cannot sustain life…
Haning on its chord.
Life’s seed spilled…
In all its worldly forms.
The Lost Snuff Tape (6.48 min)
Putrid.
Petrified.
Mummified.
Penetration.
These remaining shorts show a natural progression of skill and debauchery. Becoming bolder…
The acts themselves…
Like a serial killer gaining confidence and power…
To get their release. Caught on film. Grainy images become ingrained.
The extra’s showing that the gorgeous Isabelle Fitzgerald is nothing short of a legend. The trust and respect she has for El Gore and the team…as she is delicately penetrated. Showing her all, unashamedly for the beautiful act of Murder Art. Made all the more beautiful with her presence.
You feel the urge. You understand the need.
German splatter with a very classy overdose of depravity and a blistering death metal sound track that may well leave you rotting in the sewer of your own thoughts.

It’s not every day you get to speak to the lead actor in possibly your favourite horror film of all time. Especially on a Tuesday. Tuesdays are usually rubbish!
David Naughton should need no introduction to horror fans. Back in 1981, An American Werewolf In London had unprepared cinema goers laughing heartily one second and jumping out of their seats in terror the next. Its tale of two young American tourists coming face-to-teeth with a legendary lycanthropic beast perfectly married a genuinely funny script with razor sharp editing, groundbreaking special effects and a flawless cast to create a monster movie that is still many people’s benchmark today






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