What a piece of ... 4-letter-word. A primitive mockumentary. With a touch of artiness in the form of some black & white sequences. It's obviously a very low budget independent production. That in itself would not bother me in the least. And consequently I can forgive certain shortcomings in, for example, the sound department or the amateurish photography. But the director failed to elicit something like "acting" from the people moving in front of his camera. Brent Collins in the title role is a one note homosexual serial rapist with zero charisma. Morgana Moon is so annoying one wants to shoot her to the moon. Or even farther. Janelle Brittain is Payton's "mother"
dreadful. Several more Talking Heads who add nothing to the proceedings. The "story" is a disguise for providing the viewer with eyefuls of masculine flesh. Some appetizing, some less so. Some hard, some flaccid. The camera caresses impressive erect members of the rapist's "victims". Why are these victims attracted to Payton? Are they all moronic? Need one care? Action scenes (rapings and killings) border on ludicrous. Pretty soon it all becomes quite boring. Even though it's a mercifully short film.
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