Wednesday, September 30, 2015


Sella Turcica, a surreal horror film by Fred Vogel, the same guy who made the August Underground Trilogy, but Sella Turcica is very different compared to Vogel's other incredibly violent films. The movie begins with a family getting ready for the homecoming of their beloved Brad, who had been at war. Brad is a gaunt and sickly looking man, restricted to a wheelchair after being paralyzed in the war. He's appearance is unsettling, but at first he seemed like normal guy, happy to see his family after his ordeal. Brad is welcomed home by his mother Karmen, who is played by Camille Keaton (from the original I SPIT ON YOUR GRAVE), his little sister Ash and her dick head boyfriend Gavyn (also known as DJ GASM, hah!), and his older brother Bruce and his wife. Throughout the film Brad's condition seems to get worse, with black fluid coming out of his ears and ass, a massive gaping wound on the bottom of his foot, and obviously dealing with the mental side effects of war. Every time Brad would talk about war, the tone of the movie immediately died, making for great unsettling moments, and as the film kept going it was clearly evident that Brad was suffering from something dark, as if something was inside of him, and controlling him.

This became clearly evident when Brad started going into violent convulsions, and excreting more black fluid from his ears and mouth. There's a scene where Karmen finds her son maniacally eating salt by the spoon fall, and notices that he made it to the kitchen without his wheelchair. As she comes back to the kitchen, he's missing, and finds him back in his room. The rest of the family begin to notice the foul smell coming from him, and all I could think that this guy was turning into some zombie. When his brother, Bruce, goes to check up on him, Brad tells him to leave, and after Bruce leaves, Brad snatches up the family dog (A pug named Fulci). Gavyn is in the kitchen fixing himself to eat. During this movie, Gavyn had been a huge dick to Ash, and incredibly insensitive towards Brad. Bruce has had enough with Gavyn's comments and a small fight breaks out, which is then broken up by Karmen. After the spat, Bruce heads outside with Camille, and Gavyn continues to lounge about inside, waiting for Ash to come home. While he was waiting he see's Brad in the kitchen... eating something. When he see's Brad eating Fulci, he's attacked, and his skull was crushed, blood spatter everywhere. Bruce and Karmen both walk in to find the bloody mess, and Brad convulsing on the floor. Ash walks in, and tries to help Bruce revive Brad, but he's gone... or so they think. Ash then discovers the body of her boyfriend and freaks out, going into another room with Karmen to call the cops. Everything turns very gruesome from there.

When Ash and Karmen leave to the other room, Bruce noticed Brad moving again. Brad gets up, and rips Bruce's jaw off, basically ripping his face off. Brad then smashes through a door, grabbing his sister by the head, picking her up, and decapitating her using the broken off shards of wood from the door. Karmen had no choice but to bludgeon brad to death, making sure he can be stopped. After a few good whacks Brad is dead but something is crawling out of his head. A sluggish, slimy, piece of flesh pushes its way out, and Karmen beats on it again, absolutely killing it. A scene pops up of old family videos of those who died, and then switches to a scene of the garage, with Karmen's feet hanging as someone opens the garage door.

I can't really say anything bad about this film. It was truly a great horror film with a lot of good drama and great unsettling parts. Even the acting was very well done, especially the actor who played Brad. The special effects, which really came out towards the end, were incredible, and the overall ending was great. I highly recommend this movie, especially if you're into dark and unsettling horror films.

Tuesday, September 29, 2015


I finally got around to checking this out, since a bunch of my buddies told me how sick it was, and you know what... it was ok. Gutterballs is a Canadian slasher movie about a girl named Lisa who gets raped by a group of bro dickheads after her friends get into a brawl with them during a bowling game. Now, what makes this the PIN-ETRATION EDITION is the couple extra clips they added during the rape scene, which showed a rubber cock entering an actual vagina. Shocking? sure, it definitely would make some nerd all hot and bothered, but it didn't really add to the scene. If anything, it took away from the act, making the scene look like a shitty amateur porno. The scene ends with the nerdy guy, who didn't want to partake in the rape (but still stuck around for some reason), being forced to shove a bowling pin up her cooch. Yikes.

But after this long and silly rape scene, it cuts right to the next night, where the same two groups of people face each other in another bowling match. Eventually every one in the bowling ally is brutally murdered, mostly with bowling related things like sharpened pins and crushing skulls with bowling balls, but the first death scene was actually pretty funny. One of Lisa's friends (who I thought was gay) ends up sixty-nine-ing the main Bro's "bitch" in the bathroom. In the act the killer comes in the room and presses on the chicks head, making her suffocate on his cock, and then the killer steps on the chicks ass, making the guy suffocate in her pussy. It was ridiculous, but I enjoyed it. Actually, it was the ridiculous ways these people died that really made this movie, and the special effects were pretty great.

I don't want to ruin for you guys, because I hate spoilers, so here's what I like and dislike about the movie. What I really liked about this movie was the deaths and special effects. I think my favorite death was when one of the jocks goes to check out the ball cleaning machine. He finds a nail inside and tried to fix it, but the killer sneaks up behind him and shoves his face inside. The killer pulls out his head the first time, and he has a gaping hole in his head, blood shooting everywhere. The jocks face is then pushed back into the machine after the killer makes some adjustments, and blood is shooting everywhere. The machine is turned off, his face was pulled out, and all you saw was a massive gory hole where the jocks face was. It was pretty well done, along with the other deaths, but that was my favorite. What I really disliked about this movie was the horrid acting and dialogue. I actually read this on wikipedia, but the word "fuck" was used 625 times in the movie, and trust me, it got really old quick. It almost ruined the film I think. The addition of the rubber cock in the rape scene was stupid too, and they only did that for that one scene which I thought was incredibly lame, since there were other sex scenes they could of used it in.

Overall, I would recommend this. You know, if I truly had to base this on dialogue and acting alone, then I would be a hypocrite. I've seen loads of awesome movies with wretched acting, so I can't really knock this film entirely based on the acting and dialogue. The special effects are sweet, the soundtrack is fitting, and it did have a very neat twist ending. Look out for this one.

Monday, September 28, 2015


I come from a small and boring town by the name of Dudley, Massachusetts, where my only escape from home would either by the woods behind the church, the local and decrepit cemeteries, or in my room with my dvd/vhs combo player, with the few horror movies I owned (let's say I was 8 or 9). My first introduction to such films really started with the slasher film, movies like Friday the 13th, Halloween, Maniac, etc etc, and that would be all thanks to my mom, who as a great parent, didn't really care that I watched those things. I mean, I was terrified at first, but I think that's what made me get into this genre, a love for being scared, or grossed out. I became fixed on these monsters, mongoloid machete men, and ghouls, drawing them, writing stories... even so that the school would call home to tell my mom about my disturbing stories, or pictures. She didn't give a shit, and you know why? Because she didn't raise a animal torturing, self mutilating psychopath... just a kid who was into creepy shit. But then I would soon find out, that the slasher film goes much deeper into the void. I fell in, and I haven't climbed out yet.

I would say my life changed when I went through my Mom's movie collection and pulled out the films Pink Flamingos and Female Trouble (both are still in my collection). Watching those changed everything I ever knew about film and I can not thank my Mom, or John Waters, enough for their contribution in turning me into a twisted sick fuck of a cinephile. My love (and lust) for these kind of films went deeper, and I'm still digging for more, searching through every flea market, second hand-store, dollar bin, and sketchy ebay store to get it all. John Waters really hit the nail on the head, but then another genius came into my life... and his name was Lloyd Kaufman, president and co-founder of Troma Studios. I remember being in a room with two buddies, smoking pot, and one of my friends pulls out a DVD. It was a double feature of Terror Firmer and Tromeo and Juliet and we watched both of them, in their entirety, and it was incredible. I mean, my brain may be clogged up with resin and bong water, but I'll never forget the first time I watched a Troma movie. The humor, mixed with unrelenting gore and sex, was everything I could ask for.

And just like a sex crazed necrophile, I kept on digging. Everything from Jörg Buttgereit's Nekromantik, to Lucio Fulci's House By The Cemetery, to Pier Paolo Pasolini's Salo, or 120 Days of Sodom, and so on and so forth. Scraping the bottom of the bin with movies ranging from the August Underground Series, Guinea Pig, A Serbian Film and Dog Dick, to classics such as Ilsa, She Wolf of the SS, They Call Her One Eye, Faster Pussycat! KILL! KILL! and 2000 Maniacs. I just really enjoy disturbing, humorous, pornographic, gory, nauseating cinema, and thanks to websites like this, I can share my love for such films, and hopefully turn you on to some of them.

Well I think that makes for a "decent" into to myself, and I hope you folks enjoy the rest of this blog. Also, send me some recommendations! I'm always looking for films.



Hello freaks, bloodhounds, perverts, and everything in between...

Welcome to The Repugnant Playhouse, a blog dedicated to obscure and obscene film from all around the world. I started this originally as a "horror" blog, but the genre itself breaks into so my different sub-genre's, and as much as I love the genre as a whole, my mind has always been set to the absurd and grotesque. I mean I wouldn't be here typing all of this shit if it wasn't for horror movies such as The Texas Chainsaw Massacre or Halloween, but movies like The Toxic Avenger, Nekromantik, The Wizard of Gore, and Pink Flamingos that shaped my tender mind into the dysfunctional weirdo that is myself. I absolutely love it. All of the smut, shock, schlock... and that's why I'm here... to blog and share the movies and future films that continue to make me laugh, cringe, and throw up (Sometimes at the same time).

Expect a lot of reviews, art, films (if I can find any free ones online, I'll link you), and some interviews. Also, if you have any film recommendations or anything (I MEAN ANYTHING), send me an email. My addiction is your shitty info source so hold on tight, I'll be posting a lot.