Purely Joyful Movie!

Load of rubbish!!

I was totally surprised at how great this film.You could feel your paranoia rise as the film went on and as you gradually learned the details of the real situation.

Close shines in drama with strong language, adult themes.

I used the same title for "Broceliande" which took the horrror film to new heights of stupidity.This is the worst French (and arguably Polish?I cannot judge for that matter)thriller that has ever been filmed to date ,even beating the worst photocopies of "silence of the lambs" the likes of "les rivières pourpres" or "les morsures de l'aube".It's a shame to take such a serious subject (snuff movies) and give it such a couldn't-care -less treatment.It's mindless and irresponsible to turn something unbearable into a pure entertainment movie.Alejandro Amenabar ,when he made his highly superior "Tesis" did not fall into this trap!Even "8mm" (with Nicholas Cage) is a masterpiece compared to this piece of trash.The cast is abysmal;the two cops are ridiculous :one of them is supposed to provide the movie with a comic relief but we do not even know which one ;the muscle man ,who is supposed to be the hero-with-a -painful- past is perhaps worse than his so-called comic partner who treats (sic) whores as princesses and princesses as whores.Poland has got to find another country to team up with if they wanttheir cinema to gain a huge international audience.Why not Spain?

The day I rented this, I saw it for sale at a big DVD place. An hour later, I ran across it for rent at a local store. Maybe it was a sign. So I rented it. About 10 minutes in, I thought, "Well, this could prove to be a quirkily interesting little film, or a complete disaster." I fell asleep twice while watching it. In the daytime. Guess what my conclusion is.The other reviewers have done a good job of listing its flaws. Poor Angie Everhart: She looks great, but she couldn't act her way out of a wet paper bag. The bad dubbing doesn't help, either. On a positive note, I will say that Marek's character is an original one; I'd love to see him in something decent.I have done my good deed for the year by watching this movie and warning others away from it. Fortunately, it was a free rental...but a free rental I could have used on something more entertaining. Like "Watching Paint Dry, Part 8."

It's difficult to imagine the kind of person who could dream up a concept where the making of snuff movies provides grounds for truly pathetic, slapstick comedy, but that person exists, as this film proves. There is a very unpleasant feeling to the scenes where the snuff movies are shown being filmed, and the camera lingers on the 'victims' deaths far too long. Then, just as you start to feel uneasy, Gotz Otto and Mariusz Pujszo are given a knockabout comedy routine as two of the most inept and badly acted cops ever to grace the screen. Some extraordinary editing means that you constantly flash back and forth between humour and extreme violence towards women, an uneasy mix to say the least of it. Jurgen Prochnow, who should know better, plays the king of the snuff movie empire but we never really get to know his motivation or character. Perhaps we should be grateful for that, although I would have liked to know why he constantly quotes the bible and burbles about his name being legion. I don't think he was meant to be the devil, just a nasty Russian who's having a bad hair day. A poorly produced, badly acted and totally tasteless film.

This movie is a comedy about snuff films. That should be enough said, but I will elaborate further. The plot is terrible (you will gasp in disbelief as the motivations for the characters are revealed), the acting is awful (I never thought I'd say this, but Jean-Claude Van Damme would have been better in this movie in ANY role), the editing is miserable (it's impossible to follow the action), along with the whole standard array of crap (e.g., hero gets dragged along on a paved road by a car, and of course when he stands up his leather jacket is unmarred). Only see this movie if you want to see how bad films can really get, or you want to watch in smug satisfaction knowing the French have made another film far worse than the Hollywood studio films they routinely dismiss.