Directed by Karim Hussain
This ninety-two minute ride is a bumpy one indeed so buckle those seat belts folks! This is one I would encourage you all to embark upon (once) and only with a collection of barf bags, or a large bucket, within arm's reach. Many movies (most notably in the last thirty five years or so) have been touted as “brutal, controversial, shocking” or even “unbelievable”. A famous marketing campaign once actually warned viewers to keep repeating to themselves… this is only a movie, this is… (you get the point!) whilst viewing “to keep from fainting” (lobby art poster: Last House on The Left, Dir. Wes Craven 1972).
Forget those 'clever' advertisements created only to entice, usually accompanying a film that miserably fails to fulfill its hype, for here is...the Real Deal.
Still there? Good!
I can imagine the director quite literally turning an imaginary extreme dial to ten as he wrote this only to then scream “fuck it” and rip the control knob off (there's a pun, if you're lucky enough to have seen this already!). I can't for the life of me think of another movie within which twigs bleed and branches get fellated. Yes, it becomes a mite bizarre at times.
Subconscious Cruelty also boasts uncensored pornography, a few minutes worth of celluloid I was taken aback in witnessing, I've seen acts of this caliber before but only in clips clearly marked XXX. The finale of this segment will most likely prompt those of the male gender to gasp while grabbing at their junk in the few minutes it takes to play out. Wide unblinking eyes and a jaw dropped to within inches of the floor will both wordlessly scream the same thing...WTF!
Very nasty stuff indeed here folks!
The last segment feels much like a music video that might accompany a vintage Cradle of Filth track, albeit one that would never, no matter how liberal the board of directors are, be permitted to air on any cable network. I'm going to ruin it (but only because I feel like it and you really need to see it to believe it) a character portraying Christ sporting only a loin cloth and a crown of thorns (and why not) becomes the main course in an impromptu orgy of blood, it progresses into something delightfully twisted, wicked and truly deviant...his entrails are removed only to be used as a masturbatory aid. Wait what the…!!!
I find it strange that this was produced and filmed in Canada, rather than say Germany or Japan each in their own right famous for controversial art house gems (Nekromantik, Flowers of Flesh or Blood respectively), or even Spain using Nacho Cerda's simply disturbing Aftermath as an example. There are however a couple of notable lower budget films from Canada that have made an impression on me, Gutterballs is one I fondly remember. It contains a scene in which someone noisily asphyxiates whilst performing fellatio (naturally the performer has a helping hand from the film's mysterious killer, her hair is held back lovingly and she doesn't take the time to utter even the smallest thank you.) A rare film because the filmmakers choose to unflinchingly display several erotically powerful scenes, costing them perhaps a wider audience in the process in garnering such a risqué rating but an impressive feat nevertheless. Haha Cult is distracted, yet again, waffling on about this, that and the other.
Find your inner peace young grasshopper, stray not from the path, concentrate*
I would guess and say that this probably isn't an easy film to locate, the copy I viewed had (vivid white) German subtitles which I'm not sure were part of it's original format, but by all means if you are able to find it give it a peak but B Prepared for it is a beast atop the Richter scale of celluloid sickness and depravity! Still don't believe me? Check the IMDB parents guide attached to its listing, I'm quite frankly surprised to not see a puddle of vomit pictured instead of the description.