⭐️1/2
A creep-ass doctor by the name of Steven, rockin’ a yellow turtleneck, a head of hair that may be a helmet and a mustache that screams “I’m a rapist!” brings one of his patients home and awkward “romance”(really stretching the definition of that word) blooms. His new gutter-rat gal-pal insists she doesn’t want to get hung up on a man but our creepy hero is persistent. He also has a fondness for poisoning his patients because why would he just be a pervert? The “hunk” who she was with when she passed out lets her know the doctor lied to him and had him leave while she was under his care. She gets pissed and threatens to leave but the doc says she can have Howie over and he’ll apologize. He serves them coffee and, of course, it’s poisoned. Steven’s sister is around as well, and she catches him smooching the tied up houseguest he just drugged. He drowns her in bath water but it’s her bath water so I guess that ok. It ends with Steven and the two most important women in his life at the moment lying together, dead in his bed… ok. On top of the DOA romance, the head of the medical board is looking into the deaths happening to the doctor’s patients. The audio sucks and when it drops completely, some idiot decided to add metal music that sounds like pure ass over it. There’s wonky jump cuts to surgical footage, an amazingly wretched love song and the general feeling of ambling nothingness stinking up every minute. The whole thing carries a vibe like a homemade stag film you found in your great-uncle’s basement and now you’re an alcoholic because drinking is the only thing that momentarily erases the horrific home movie from your memory.
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