Harold Parkinson, originally a photographer who took erotic phots of women in gothic and fetish style setups. Gives his paying customers, a little more bang for their buck and offers them what other sites don't. Snuff. Harold, loves to kill any models that come to his house for a photo shoot. Too bad, all the death and killing is starting to get to Harold. Is he actually being haunted by the ghosts of his victims, or is this the result of his slow decent into maddness?
Who would have guessed, that it would have been possible to make a sleazy slasher flick of a photographer who kills his models, unwatchable. I thought this setup was bad enough the first time I watched it, when it was called "The Hollywood Strangler Meets The Skid Row Slasher", but apparently I was wrong. Really, really wrong. When watching low-budget movies, at times I'm willing to forgive most of the problems that come with them. Bad acting, bad plot, bad lighting, etc. Then there are movies that are just bad to the point, it becomes not only unforgivable, but unwatchable.
I really didn't have much expectations when I first saw the cover of "Slaughtered". Hell, how can I when the cover is of a woman in black panties, fishnet stocks, her hands handcuffed behind her back and has blood splattered on her? All I figured I was going to get, was maybe a so-so slasher flick, sprinkled with nudity and sleaze. Well I atleast got the nudity. Sleaze? Nothing really any worse than what you would find in other horror movies, or on late night cable. A so-so slasher flick? God, I wish. The movies biggest downfall doesn't actually come from its inability to meet the standards of a good slasher flick, or a sleazy flick in general. The biggest problem the movie has, is the fact that it moves at a snails pace. At no point does the movie ever pick up momentum to get the story going, instead it fills its run time with very long, drawn out scenes.
The scenes that run the longest, of course, are the scenes that involve the girls being or getting naked. We have the scenes of them undressing, dressing and modeling, and each sequence lasts 5 minutes (give or take) or longer. So it doesn't take very long for this to become mundane and very tiresome. Even if you are just watching this movie for the skin, it won't be long before your reaching for the remote to hit the fast-forward button. Of course our killer, Harold, does what any psychotic man does in his position when he has a half naked woman in front of him. He kills them. At least with this, we are given some variety as no two women die the same. Unfortunately though, after he kills them the movie falls right back into its pattern of drawing out the scenes. As now we get to see Harold posing the women in different positions, taking pictures, and making out with their corpses. With any movie about a serial killer, we of course, get the detective hot on his trail. By hot on his trail, I mean randomly inserted scenes through out the movie, of the detective sitting infront of a computer, talking to herself, while she tries to solve the mystery of the disappearing models. Even with these scenes, we can't escape from the god awful fate of having them last longer than they should. Do we really need a 5 minute scene of the detective getting mad at her computer for not working?
If I were to give this movie any complement, it would be the fact that for what scenes involve some special effects, such as one of the girls getting her throat slashed. It looks good, which as it should, since the director, Anthony Doublin's experience in movies comes from the FX department. In general though, I never thought I'd see the day where I was actually wishing that I was watching "The Hollywood Strangler Meets The Skid Row Slasher", at least with that movie I could turn on a commentary track with Joe Bob Briggs.