Pablo’s frustrations with finding the perfect woman leads him to rent out an entire bungalow-style hotel with a private beach included. Rest and relaxation does a man good but Pablo has some other kinks which are downright perverted. See, Pablo is a bit of a sadist and this is bad news for the women he’s keeping captive. His dream woman is of the defenseless variety and the man is just looking for an authentic submissive slave. Yeah. Pablo is a dick. We’re introduced to him looking out on the water, thinking about his perfect woman and reminiscing about a few years back when he was at the beach and able to live out his fantasies. If you’ve wondered why he is alone, we see how he attempts to pick up women. A lovely lady minding her own business is asked by Pablo is she wants to go out with him. Before she can answer, Pablo shows her a Polaroid of his dick. He’s that kind of winner. Shockingly, she rebuffs him. He decides to be less aggressive in his methods. For some reason, he reads that as kidnapping a woman at gunpoint and holding her captive. Pablo is pretty much every man who has to call himself an “alpha”. Sexual assault and rape aren’t far behind. His captive attempts to escape as Pablo rubs one out and Pablo accidentally beats her to death. Since he is the way he is, he has sex with her corpse multiple times. Luckily, he just talks about it and we don’t have to see it. He grabs himself another lovely lady and the cycle continues, even if the cops are beginning to poke around. Guilt also allows for nightmare visitations from the rotting corpses of his victims. But perverts gonna perv, and Pablo keeps on going. Things shift when he meets a woman who is more than willing to play his game and may be a bigger pervert than him. It shines a light on the fact that when confronted with what he wants, Pablo has no idea how to handle it. Thong bikinis, leashes, bare butts, beach masturbation, blowjobs, prayer, candles up the pooper and a growing body count fill out the downward spiral of deviance. Dialogue that defies reason “Her perfect body made my heart pump sperm instead of blood.” and humor that’s so dark you probably shouldn’t legally call it funny make for an interesting (for all the wrong reasons) experience. It all feels like some pervert got his hands on some cash and a camera and decided to bring his fantasies to life… he just wasn’t talented enough to make this more than a curio to the weirdest of trash film fans. Luckily, we found each other. Regardless, it goes on for way too long and could have used a heavy editing hand.
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