Maniacs. Sick.

Directed by Léon Paul De Bruyn, one of the most absract movies of the 90's in my eyes. Narrated by someone other than Morgan Freedman, about one young girls love for military comics and guns and her journey into a sadistic sexual cult of maniac nurse lesbians who she calls "family". Sabrina is a complexed girl, very hard to please, or so says her lover (and leader of the cult) Ilsa. Trapping innocent people along the road and performing homestyle un-needed surgeries just doens not cut it for Sabrina. She lives in a fantasy world where a gun is always by her side; like a part of her own body. Thrown into all the madness between the two lovers is a thrid party; Ilsa's ex, who tries everything she can to break up the happy couple and put Ilsa in the dirt where she feels she is now. A secret which has been built up the whole movie gets thrown right in Sabrina's face in the climatic love triangle; that she is in fact Ilsa's daughter. Ending in puddles of blood and little to no clothes, this movie definetley bugged me the fuck out. Some have though, but no one projected a narration of madness and a projection of random words such as "hitler" flash across the screen and fly your way. Specific tales telling of the group loss of feeling and sexual desires while one nurse dances under a computer generated multi colored swirl.. if you watch this movie, i suggest keeping a bag of weed near by for a sure good time and a guaranteed mind fuck.


Greta: [Gardener's tongue has been served for dinner] He once ate my pussy, that is why I guarantee the quality of his tongue.


6/10