There’s a maniac on the loose in Las Vegas who’s targeting prostitutes but there’s a particular group of young up-and-coming escorts that are his main target. If the girls wish to survive and stop the madman before they become the next “piece” in his collection, they’ll have to uncover the mystery that links them to the killer.
Sean Donohue — director of “Die Die Delta Pie” — and The Sleaze Box are back with another offering of trashy exploitive cinema. I haven’t been a fan of everything that either Sean Donohue, or the company, Sleaze Box, have turned out but I admire that this collective of Tampa filmmakers have cornered the market on low-budget trash films. I, of course, say trash in the most flattering way possible.
“Death-Scort Service” is a straight-forward movie: a maniac goes on a rampage of butchering prostitutes and collects a “souvenir” from each victim in order to piece together a bloody-fleshy collage. That's it. A killer picks off the girls one-by-one until the last two surivors reveal the big twist on who the killer is, which ends in a complete bloodbath. The movie has a thin plot, but it works efficiently as a frame for scenes of gore and depravity to be hung from. Part of me wants to nitpick the film and to complain about certain aspects, like the needless strip performance from one of the actresses that exists as nothing more than filler. BUT…the other part of me is going, “Tits and gore! Tits and gore!”
Because I’m simple like that.
There are things to pick at with “Death-scort Service” but at the end of the day, it doesn’t actually matter. The movie exists as an extravagant display of sleaze, and it does so successfully. Sometimes it’s sexy and other times it’s perverse that almost borders on being uncomfortable. I know I say it frequently, but I enjoy when a movie is unapologetically trashy and loves to roll around in its own filth.
The downside (for me) is that there’s little to talk about because that’s all the movie has to offer (and that’s not a bad thing at all). The plot is thin, but serviceable, since the movie goes from one death scene to the next with a nice bit of exploitation in the middle, with a thread about a killer to tie it altogether. And that's fine since “Death-scort Service” focuses only on giving you, the viewer, what you want: blood ’n sleaze. If you want something more, this obviously isn’t a movie for you. However, if you want to see a movie where horror and exploitation come together in a filthy low-budget mess, with a little Italian influence for flair, then “Death-scort Service” is worth grabbing. At the very least, between “Amerikan Holokaust” and “Die Die Delta Pie”, I think “Death-scort Service” is probably one of the more successful and watchable movies in the Sleaze Box catalog.