Although part three of Andreas Schnaas' Violent Sh*t series is as technically inept as the director's other work (crap dialogue, lousy photography, awful acting etc.), the director's comic-book-style approach to this chapter—which is replete with an insane Mad Max-style villain, a bloodthirsty scientist with a Hitler moustache, very mouldy zombies, and even ninjas—means that, despite being even more gory than its excessively violent predecessors, the whole affair feels much less mean-spirited than before and is consequently much more enjoyable.
The film begins as three men arrive on a seemingly deserted island, only to be immediately taken captive by hordes of mask-wearing soldiers who have obviously been lying in wait for such an intrusion. The unlucky trio are escorted to the soldiers' training camp, where their mutant leader, the Meister, and his bloodthirsty son Karl, force them to witness a series of brutal executions (chest ripping, face tearing, teeth chiselling, and multiple decapitations), before killing one of the men and setting the other two free as the unwilling prey in a Turkey Shoot/Most Dangerous Game-style hunt!
What follows is a totally bonkers splatterfest that occasionally even rivals The Story of Riki, Tokyo Gore Police, and Braindead for ridiculously silly but incredibly creative scenes of gory mutilation: amongst the juicy stuff on show, we get a pair of lips torn off with hooks, a head sliced in half, eyes poked out, assorted spine removal, experiments on living corpses, nose slicing, multiple deaths by samurai sword, and even one guy who is punched so hard that his attacker's fist passes right through him.
Andreas Schnaas might have made some of the crappiest low-budget horror it has ever been my misfortune to see, but I have to hand it to him, as far as pure unadulterated trash entertainment goes, Violent Sh*t 3 is the sh*t!
The film begins as three men arrive on a seemingly deserted island, only to be immediately taken captive by hordes of mask-wearing soldiers who have obviously been lying in wait for such an intrusion. The unlucky trio are escorted to the soldiers' training camp, where their mutant leader, the Meister, and his bloodthirsty son Karl, force them to witness a series of brutal executions (chest ripping, face tearing, teeth chiselling, and multiple decapitations), before killing one of the men and setting the other two free as the unwilling prey in a Turkey Shoot/Most Dangerous Game-style hunt!
What follows is a totally bonkers splatterfest that occasionally even rivals The Story of Riki, Tokyo Gore Police, and Braindead for ridiculously silly but incredibly creative scenes of gory mutilation: amongst the juicy stuff on show, we get a pair of lips torn off with hooks, a head sliced in half, eyes poked out, assorted spine removal, experiments on living corpses, nose slicing, multiple deaths by samurai sword, and even one guy who is punched so hard that his attacker's fist passes right through him.
Andreas Schnaas might have made some of the crappiest low-budget horror it has ever been my misfortune to see, but I have to hand it to him, as far as pure unadulterated trash entertainment goes, Violent Sh*t 3 is the sh*t!