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Death Scenes 2: Uncensored Scenes of Death
DVD/APPROX. 84 MINS/1992/USA UNRATED
DVD/APPROX. 84 MINS/1992/USA UNRATED
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Christ! And I thought these films couldn’t have gotten any worse. Whereas the first of these assaults to the senses was an inappreciable attack
on the sensibilities in the guise of an exploration of death in the 20th century, this film is little more than a rag-tag collection of scenes of carnage
from different countries and other assortments of gratuitous depravity (freaks, forensics footage, air show disasters, exhumation of the last Tzar’s
remains) slung together under a series of dubious banners – including, by the way, some footage from Death Scenes 1: Manson, and not just in
the opening scenes. There’s not even an attempt at the kind of specious reasoning used by the Faces of Death crew; you know, where they try to
convince you it’s a serious exploration of the notion of death– this footage is chosen for its ability to shock, or simply because it shows a corpse. As
in Death Scenes 1: Manson, the footage here is unedited – this film ends with a D-I-Y autopsy instructional video presented in full, which even
given the name of this series of films, is unnecessary. Like similar footage in SPK’s Despair video, this is utterly gratuitous, and ultimately only
presented in the most exploitative, least instructional fashion possible. This is the moron mentality espoused by the fuckwits who spewed the
Traces of Death series at us.
I guess in this film’s defence, we at least don’t have to listen to a specious narrative voice-over trying to justify the horrors that we are being
subjected to (a la Faces of Death, or Death Scenes 1: Manson), but the constant roll-call of dreadfulness is ultimately life-denying and soul-
destroying, whether it’s the vicious and rightftul justice meted out to the Caecescus, or the horrible slaughter of the innocents we see in other
sections of the film.
Seriously, there is no artistic merit to these films; there is no purpose to showing the awful side-effects of air-plane show disasters, or the human
misery of living under a totalitarian regime, and the violence that characterises such a rule, or an unannotated slideshow of genetic defects and
abnormalities, presented for its own depressing and exploitative sake. And if I ever meet “director” Nick Bougas in the flesh, I will punch him in the
throat for having foisted such awfulness upon the world. Making a clip-show of such terrors for public consumption has to make him one of the
worst people alive, and hopefully the target for instant retribution from all right-thinking people.
What’s really fucked, is that it’s possible to make a decent Mondo film, such as The Killing of America, without having to resort to shock tactics such
as this. You don’t need to rape the senses of your audience in order to get a reaction out of them. This is even more repulsive and morally grimy
than Addio, Zio Tom – ten minutes in and I could feel myself needing a drink and a shower.
This is the kind of film we’re meant to despise Alan Yates for making in Cannibal Holocaust – and the irony is that there is one sequence of
slaughter in Africa that is used in the “Last Road To Hell” sequence of that very film. Unless you get turned on by images of slaughter, mayhem and
carnage in the real world – avoid this like the fuckin’ plague. This film was so bad it gave me cancer.
Extras: Even more risible than Death Scenes 1: Manson. Again, you can watch the trailers for any of the three DS films, but this time the interview
with Anton LaVey is so stupidly brief that it barely even registers as being a feature! Pathetique.
on the sensibilities in the guise of an exploration of death in the 20th century, this film is little more than a rag-tag collection of scenes of carnage
from different countries and other assortments of gratuitous depravity (freaks, forensics footage, air show disasters, exhumation of the last Tzar’s
remains) slung together under a series of dubious banners – including, by the way, some footage from Death Scenes 1: Manson, and not just in
the opening scenes. There’s not even an attempt at the kind of specious reasoning used by the Faces of Death crew; you know, where they try to
convince you it’s a serious exploration of the notion of death– this footage is chosen for its ability to shock, or simply because it shows a corpse. As
in Death Scenes 1: Manson, the footage here is unedited – this film ends with a D-I-Y autopsy instructional video presented in full, which even
given the name of this series of films, is unnecessary. Like similar footage in SPK’s Despair video, this is utterly gratuitous, and ultimately only
presented in the most exploitative, least instructional fashion possible. This is the moron mentality espoused by the fuckwits who spewed the
Traces of Death series at us.
I guess in this film’s defence, we at least don’t have to listen to a specious narrative voice-over trying to justify the horrors that we are being
subjected to (a la Faces of Death, or Death Scenes 1: Manson), but the constant roll-call of dreadfulness is ultimately life-denying and soul-
destroying, whether it’s the vicious and rightftul justice meted out to the Caecescus, or the horrible slaughter of the innocents we see in other
sections of the film.
Seriously, there is no artistic merit to these films; there is no purpose to showing the awful side-effects of air-plane show disasters, or the human
misery of living under a totalitarian regime, and the violence that characterises such a rule, or an unannotated slideshow of genetic defects and
abnormalities, presented for its own depressing and exploitative sake. And if I ever meet “director” Nick Bougas in the flesh, I will punch him in the
throat for having foisted such awfulness upon the world. Making a clip-show of such terrors for public consumption has to make him one of the
worst people alive, and hopefully the target for instant retribution from all right-thinking people.
What’s really fucked, is that it’s possible to make a decent Mondo film, such as The Killing of America, without having to resort to shock tactics such
as this. You don’t need to rape the senses of your audience in order to get a reaction out of them. This is even more repulsive and morally grimy
than Addio, Zio Tom – ten minutes in and I could feel myself needing a drink and a shower.
This is the kind of film we’re meant to despise Alan Yates for making in Cannibal Holocaust – and the irony is that there is one sequence of
slaughter in Africa that is used in the “Last Road To Hell” sequence of that very film. Unless you get turned on by images of slaughter, mayhem and
carnage in the real world – avoid this like the fuckin’ plague. This film was so bad it gave me cancer.
Extras: Even more risible than Death Scenes 1: Manson. Again, you can watch the trailers for any of the three DS films, but this time the interview
with Anton LaVey is so stupidly brief that it barely even registers as being a feature! Pathetique.
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