ReGOREgitated Sacrifice (2007) – By Cary Conley

Congratulations, Mr. Valentine. If you drew a line in the sand with your first feature, Slaughteredvomitdolls, then you stepped way over that line with its companion piece, ReGOREgitated Sacrifice. Vile isn’t too strong a word for this film. In fact, I may have to consult a thesaurus to find words that adequately describe it.

SVD told the story of teen runway-turned-stripper-then-prostitute Angela Aberdeen up to her suicide by drowning. ReGOREgitated Sacrifice, the second film in the so-called Vomit Gore Trilogy, depicts the first few moments of her death, as her soul departs her body to travel to Hell. And her visions are truly hellish, featuring pretty twin incestuous sisters (really!) that kidnap, torture, kill and maim in-between makeout sessions with themselves and Angela.

Like the first film, I watched all the special features first and I found this an informative way to gain insight into what really is a nonexistent plot that features surreal and rapidly edited imagery and sound design similar to the first film. What follows is an hallucinogenic nightmare of massive proportion. If SVD defined the brand new "vomit gore" genre, then ReGOREgitated Sacrifice takes it up a notch…or 10 or 12 notches.

Featuring fairly well-done effects that include stabbings, throat slittings, disembowelments, decapitations and eye-gougings, there is no shortage of gore in this film. But just in case blood isn’t enough for you, director Valentine takes the vomit to the next level. This time his characters vomit into emptied craniums, all over the disemboweled entrails of a girl, on each other, and even into each other’s mouths. We also get to watch one character puke into a bloody cranium only to turn it up and drink it so he can puke again. But this isn’t enough. No, the viewer is also subjected to clinically close-up feats of female urination which include golden showers as well as one girl who urinates into a glass and then drinks it, pushing this film squarely into sick pornographic territory.

Mr. Valentine clearly understands what kind of buttons he will be pushing in regards to the audience as he not only airs a warning before the feature begins, but also films each actress showing her contract and driver’s license to the camera and having them state that they understand what is being asked of them during a special "Making of…" feature. It is a bit surprising to watch this feature because you realize that these filmmakers are no hacks. It makes it more difficult to dismiss the film when you see how professionally it was shot and the care with which the filmmakers work. Very disconcerting stuff–it would be easier to be able to dismiss them as amateurish imbeciles, but they are not.

The other special features are particularly enlightening as the director explains his vision and his influences in detail as well as his very well-thought out plan in creating not only a trilogy of films on the subject matter, but an entirely new genre of film altogether.

Certainly not for mass audiences, I am sure this film has a very small niche audience as well as a few curious folks who don’t know what they are getting into. But if the director’s warning at the beginning of the film doesn’t scare them off–and they have cast-iron stomachs with a sufficiently open mind to watch both the film and the special features–they just may discover an interesting if hellish directorial vision.