Formulaic slasher flick where instead of using a knife, the killer lures women to his house, chains them up in the metal room upstairs and flamethrowers them to death. Then he dresses up the burnt corpses to decorate his house, all to impress his mother, whose body he's been keeping in the other room. The first flamethrower kill was pretty cool, and the villain has all kinds of twisted dreams and hallucinations, but it's mostly just bad overacting from everyone involved. Meh.

An offensive, leering movie that actually tries to get you to sympathize with its creepy killer and unappealing best buddy Osth (a macho jerk who cheats on his wife and is actually set up in the end as the hero!) while the female victims are all presented as bubble-brained bimbos and bitches. There *are* some good Tom Brumberger makeup FX, but they're not enough to make *anyone* sit through this trash.

one dull wonk.