"The bloodiest thing that ever happened in front of a camera!" urges the trailer More like the dumbest thing that ever happened in front of a camera. Snuff is a total mess of a film, with no redeemable features whatsoever. It appears to be two films tacked together; the first documents the exploits of a Manson-esque biker gang, the second features a horribly contrived piece of 'snuff' footage. Both films are woefully inadequate. The biker chicks are idiots and they follow a guy called Satan (pronounced Sat-awn), but the 'snuff' ending is an unlikely scenario - the 'director' gets an actress to be sexy on a bed with someone and they cut off her fingers, eventually leading to abdominal evisceration and her heart ripped out of her chest. Conveniently, they run out of camera reel. Old school hokey exploitation, Snuff was an opportunistic bid for movie infamy and it worked. People flocked to 42nd Street in NYC to watch this film. Afterwards, they must have felt mightily cheated. The only good thing about Snuff was its hysterical marketing campaign: "The film that could only be made in South America - where life is cheap!" The vaguely amusing tagline is as fun as this movie gets.
My first film watched was Carrie aged 2 on my dad's knee. Educated at The University of St Andrews and Trinity College Dublin. Fan of Arthouse, Exploitation, Horror, Euro Trash, Giallo, New French Extremism. Weaned at the bosom of a Russ Meyer starlet. The bleaker, artier or sleazier the better!
