A group of exotic dancers head off to a resort in the hills, ostensibly to shoot a film, but instead fall into evil clutches. The torture begins for them and that point, but it began for the audience prior to the opening credits. While the monologue that begins the film hints that there might have been an idea buried somewhere in here concerning the abusive objectification of women through history, the film decides to incarnate that idea rather than critique it, and do so very clumsily at that. The makeup effects are beyond risible, and the cinematography consists primarily of headache-inducing shaky close-ups. Another nail in the coffin of the torture porn subgenre.
Uninvolving 2.0. The sound effects have little to no surround presence, and what rear-speaker activity there is, is detectable primarily during the (copious) songs on the soundtrack, but even there, the mix is decidedly lacking in oomph. The dialogue is clear enough, but the sound there too is rather thin. Dull.
Worse. Never mind the close-up fixation mentioned above, which makes the film a very ugly one to watch (which it is on so many levels). Being kind, one might say the film has an appropriately gritty look. Being honest, one would have to grumble about the very noticeable grain and extreme murkiness. Some scenes are well nigh impossible to make out.
None, beyond trailers for equally unappealing films.
An impressive achievement: a film that will simultaneously offend those who don’t like torture porn, while failing on every level to deliver the goods for those who do.