I don’t know what’s left of me, but you can fuck it if you want.

The Vomit Gore Trilogy

              This triptych of bodily fluids was created by the subtly named, Lucifer Valentine in 2006 – 2010.

Featuring the delightfully puerile titles, in order:

 Slaughtered Vomit Dolls, ReGOREgitated Sacrifice and Slow Torture Puke Chamber.

The films are designed as if they are nightmarish fragments from a girl's life, named: Angela Aberdeen’s descent into hell; Bosch-esque tapestries aside I just came for the patented ‘vomit gore’ trend-setting. Not that I see this film as purely fetishistic porn, obviously gender politics come into play here. If it were men vomiting and pissing on themselves it then becomes a comedy franchise in the vein of Jackass.

Oh, Hank's up to another one of his squid-brained schemes again!

What separates it from said franchise is that this is quite unsettling. There is much more to it then what many people brush it off as. For example the puking is legitimate puking - now that’s dedication from the actors and actresses! There is a strong loyalty in these films to make something unique - a portrait of pain. This indeed is a sadist’s wet dream; as notice I said: “not purely fetishistic” - because it still most definitely is.  Valentine himself gets his jollies off to vomit. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I guess?

The film seems as if it’s trying to work in both a haunting tale and porn at the same time, what you get is a sloppy puddle of an avant-garde experiment. So kids, if you’re looking for something different...

If nothing else, you can’t accuse the trilogy of being misleading – you get what it says on the tin. There are some great monologues and some amazing gore effects, then cut to, some whores sexing and dry-reaching.

Admittedly, I doubt the film's effect would remain if watched on mute, it’s the desperation in the girl’s voices, the heaving sound of puke, which makes it rather stomach churning. The tagline might have well been: “Made with REAL pain!”

Some of the set-pieces include: Vomiting (Spoiler Alert); a tarantula stitched inside a vagoo; Anton Lavey’s daughter having blood pissed on her and a homage to Mai Chan’s Daily Life featuring a baby, a penis, a blender and a puke machine named Hank Skinny. (It’s awww-right!) ;)

Hank soaking in a refreshing baby shower

This is a film that crosses the social limits of decency, and is not for everyone.  This is a nauseating delirium of loving- crafted mindrapery. Many (most) tend to see it as pretentious, my assumption is people underestimate the ‘experimental’ factor and were just hyped about the gore (sabotaged by its own selling point). It’s not the film’s fault you can’t appreciate something new, go back to Saw 7, lightweights.

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Mai Chan’s Daily Life: http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Manga/MaiChansDailyLife