Elias
Gut

I like to think that Elias was told: "We should make a movie. We have very little money available, but we have ultra-realistic, mind-blowing gore special effects". And I also like to think that Elias accepted for reasons somewhere between rent and dreams of glory, and that he could not care less about making a gore film.
In reality, I don’t know how it went: I just know that Elias has shot at least one other movie and a couple of shorts.

The film itself is an exercise in style (slow): two characters as charismatic as a nightstand, a streetlamp in front of a diner (useless detail, but it has more charisma than the two guys before, try to believe it) a hottie whose job is, exactly, to be a hottie, lots of tension, lots of void, lots of drone, half of the "unwritten rules of modern cinema" totally ignored, two friends who shoot snuff films to reunite, laughable plot twists, lots of "I don’t want to see" when there is nothing to see, lots of "I don’t want to see" when there's something to see.
The little story that accompanies the backgrounds of all the scarce and perhaps a bit too predictable plot, the one about the desensitization of the masses by the media, I honestly prefer not to address. It's annoying, you can see it wherever you want, and above all, who cares: the movie is good, that's fine. It is not necessary to communicate at all costs when you have nothing to say. However, one clarification is due: it is one of those films that dirties your soul, the kind that if by the end of the film you don’t ask yourself: "Yes, but why did I watch 'this stuff?" you are a dangerous person. Or more likely, a fool.
The category is more or less that of "Martyrs" or that crap "Human Centipede": Snuff, splat, bleah.
But the whole "genre" doesn't stand up to it.
That nerd site, MDB, gives it a 3.7. because it's a wrong, pointless, and morally incorrect film.
Perhaps it's the morally right score to give it. But it's a good movie. A good movie that if it doesn’t please is better.

Haneke Hardcore playing pinball while drunk.
You are incredulous, forced to put down the glass and clap your hands.

"Pornography of the blade" for the blind.