Slaughterhouse Princess

Werewolf month continues with the only werewolf movie with a swearing werewolf that shoots people the finger.  Probably.

To kick off werewolf month we have the classic tale of growing up, hitting puberty, and occasionally eating the guttyworks out of your neighbor's dog.  I mean we've all been there, right?

Just when you were starting to feel somewhat less unnerved by the prospect of illegal underground body modification surgery, this movie pull out all the stops and enters the terrifying world of going to a strip club to get some shrimp.  If that isn't scary, you haven't been to enough strip clubs.

This movie is equal parts violent acts against everyone, from kids to the elderly and lighter comedic moments, like seagull translators and window vomiting.

After 85 episodes, we learned a few things here at Slaughterhouse Princess.  One thing we learned is that when your "movie" has three to five poop jokes before the fifteen minute mark, you are probably in trouble.  Especially when the "movie" is a based on real life events and the American health care system.

Get ready for some good old fashioned shaky cam this time around as we look at at the granddaddy of the modern found footage movie.  Well, maybe more like the annoying cousin.

Often we here at Slaughterhouse Princess lament that there aren't enough black and white cyberpunk body horror movies that are not only Japanese but also have a difficult to follow story.  We no longer have that problem.

We have a movie full of drinking, fighting, infidelity, blasphemy, drug use, and demon possession.  If being a priest in real life was this fun, we'd all sign up.

In honor of Wes Craven we look at one of his earlier works.  It makes you rethink the idea of a family road trip through the desert/military testing site with only two guns.

We dive into some Japanese exploitation this time around.  It involves a sadomasochistic Yakuza boss and a guy who spends equal time crying and getting aroused by killing people.  It's that kind of movie.