Well, now I've seen it and settled my curiosity. Honestly, I wasn't paying attention most of the way through. I found it to be tedious and repetitive. The gore didn't bother me because I've become so desensitized to it. The vomiting was...well, it was vomiting, which is never fun to watch.
I guess I really don't understand the point of the film. I know it's a new genre (so called 'vomit gore'), but aside from that, there was no real story. A teenage drug-addicted, bulimic and suicidal prostitute runs away from home, is taken in by "whoever" it is behind the camera, sells her soul to the devil one night in a hotel room and enters a downward spiral of self-destruction and violent fantasies. That's all I could get out of it.
I've read interviews with Lucifer Valentine and I can get why he wanted to do something no one had seen before, but I don't think I'll watch any more of his work. It's not just the lack of a comprehensive storyline either. I LOVE horror and gore, but I hate degradation. To me, this felt like an underground exploitation porn or snuff film and that really isn't my cup of tea.
As a side note, I hope that Mr. Valentine is constructing a character for himself in his interviews and that his anecdotes are not real because if all he claims is true: he had a lifelong incestuous relationship with his terminally ill sister, is a practicing Satanist (which could mean different things), is a xenophile and scat fetishist. I hope we never cross paths.
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