You would think a movie that features a hammer to the face, neck slitting, eyeball plucking and foreskin nailing would be exciting, but somehow Jorg Buttgereit found a way to make the 70 minutes to drag by.
The story is very unimportant. It's just about a wacko who lives in an apartment and has a hooker for a neighbor. He kills two people and poses their bodies in sexual positions. It never says how he gets rid of the bodies. The rest of the time he spends hallucinating, having sex with an inflatable sex toy, painting his walls, doing push-ups, putting lipstick on his pecker and then nailing his foreskin to a table. You know, just normal day stuff. I call that Tuesday.
Buttgereit's NEKROMANTIK is a cult masterpiece, but SCHRAMM sucks.
