God damn it, France.
Watching this movie is like trying to smell a flower in someone's lapel, only to have it spray you in the face with water. Only the water has been replaced with clown semen and madness. If I spend more than 10 minutes writing about this shit, then I will have spent more time thinking about Mad Mutilator than anyone involved with the movie did. And I'm not really sure if this is just one shitty piece of shit movie, or some Frankenstein-like abomination of 4 or 5 pieces of shit smashed together into a giant shit ball. Like that giant rubber band ball Pee-Wee Herman used to have, but made of fucking shit.
After watching this, I think that I am legally retarded. This movie accomplished in 1 hour what Coors Light has been attempting to do to my brain for years. Anyway, let this be a cautionary tale, mes amis. Mad Mutilator also gazes into you.
Fuck it, here's a bunch of images. They aren't in order. It really doesn't matter with this one.
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| I guess his name is "Ogroff," which is the French word for "buttlord" |
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| Madly mutilating Halloween masks |
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| Looking for directions to a better movie |
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| The proper use of Manwich |
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| Ogroff is goin' quackers! |
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| Hey, you look like Helen Keller, I love you or something. |
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| Neighbors killed my zombies |
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| Death in June zombie |
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If you're not autistic enough to piece all that together, Ogroff kills people to feed the zombies in his basement but his girlfriend accidentally lets them free and they knock Ogroff off his scooter and kill him and then his girlfriend is saved by priests who are vampires. That is what actually happens. There are about three lines of dialogue in the movie and they are in French, but I highly recommend turning the sound off and listening to German thrash metal while watching this fucking fiasco.
Here:
Mad Fucking Butcher
