Many people are quick to praise artistic works that "push boundaries" and "raise questions," without taking the time to objectively evaluate the content of the works beyond these basic, animal responses. Certainly, plenty of these kinds of works - for instance the prose of the Marquis De Sade, or the music of Whitehouse - reveal a deal of astuteness and depth past their potential to offend people, but for every one of these there are perhaps five or six that, despite their best efforts, fall flat on their faces and can do nothing else but wallow in their own supposed "extremeness." Nekro is such a film.
Don't get me wrong - Nekro's extreme content isn't what makes it bad, rather, it's the fact that there isn't anything else to be found in it. The best praise one could give Nekro is that it undeniably knows what it wants to do, and is (in some ways) successful. There is callous violence and there are perverse sexual acts. Unfortunately, there is nothing else of value to be found in any of Nekro's fifteen minutes. The acting (such as it is) is unappealingly bad. The sound consists wholly of amateurish sub- bass rumblings flirting poorly with a great deal of annoyingly over-processed screaming. The visuals, as a consequence of the budget, are muddy, ugly, and make you want to stop watching long before you get to the death and depravity.
Nekro is a movie whose single, short-sighted purpose is to offend the viewer, without realizing that anyone who might go to the lengths required to see it are beyond its ability to do so. The result is 15 boring, insipid minutes utterly lacking in any redeeming qualities, shock value or otherwise, which leaves the viewer only with regret from having wasted so much of their time.