Some Polish wanker spends his days doing horrible things to dolls and corpses when he’s not jerking off to those Best Gore mixtapes that your standard depressed edgelord consumes. There’s no audio, just the hypnotic hum of tape static and that little voice in your head constantly asking what you’ve done with your life to be sitting here and watching this bullshit. At least there’s some truth in advertising. Unless you’re really into watching a sad Polish weirdo lick his own man-milk and shove a crucifix up his butthole, I don’t see how you’ll get anything out of these forty minutes that feel like fourteen hours. This isn’t entertainment. This isn’t art. This isn’t transgressive cinema. This is nothing but a hack mistaking deviancy for a message or a perverted con man who just made some curious folks watch him masturbate into a doll’s head and piss on a Bible… oh fuck, that son of a bitch!
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