Supersaturated with
eyeball kicks and a non-mainstream aesthetic, psychedelic splatterpunk is one
way to describe the underground films of low-budget auteur Charles Pinion.
Consensus reality
just gives up after a certain point and the nudity, madness, supernatural
sacrilege and gore—lots of gore—spills
all over the floor, slithers up your legs and eats your brain.
“Pinion’s imagination
occasionally overreaches his limited budget, but the results are always
impressive,” Shock Cinema’s Steve
Pulchalski accurately pointed out in 1997.
