Vicious and deranged disfigured killer Karl the Butcher (writer/director Andreas Schnaas letting it all hang out something loopy) embarks on a grisly killing spree. Yep, that's about it as far as the flimsy wafer-thin excuse for a plot is concerned, but boy does Schnaas give the audience their cruddy money's worth with genuinely jaw-dropping bluntness and equally staggering ineptitude: We've got a ramshackle narrative that unfolds at a plodding pace, an annoyingly redundant synthesizer score, oodles of cheesy over-the-top excessive gore (the watery-looking blood squirts, spurts, and spills all over the place), obnoxious cannon fodder characters, tacky solarized video graphics, ham-fisted overuse of strenuous slow motion, a surprise appearance by a crucified Jesus in the woods, crass profane dialogue, a hefty body count, rough'n'grainy cinematography, interminably drawn-out murder set pieces, and a completely absurd ending which comes out of left field. Totally senseless and technically a total mess, this tasty chunk of foul cheddar nonetheless still possesses a certain lovably low-rent home movie charm.

We see the killer briefly as a happy child then 20 years later as a killer. The gore effects are lame by today's standards using fake parts and pig guts. The blood spray was also fake looking. There wasn't much of a plot, random people being in the woods getting killed and mutilated. About 30 minutes or so we get some kind of Satanic explanation, that didn't explain much.Guide: F-word, Fake organ nudity and mutilation.

I love writing reviews on films like this because there really isn't anything quite like it. Let me start off by saying I gave this... thing.... 4 stars only on the merit of violence. Because hey, this guy certainly found some interesting ways to hack, what is supposedly, a body to bits.The blood, which looks more like cheap paint, is sprayed in gratuitous amounts all over the screen without any regard whatsoever. The props, if that's what we can call them, are dismembered and tossed with the greatest of ease by our wonderful auteur, Karl the Butcher $#!tt3R. Now that's where the greatness ends. There is nothing more to this film.... or... whatever this actually is. To say the dialogue is funny, or strained, or even acted is far too generous. These guys look like they were plucked from the dirtiest, nastiest, drug addicted scumbag corners of any inner city and plopped in front of a camera with nothing more than a promise of beer, then asked to just... talk.... while a camera is pointed at them. It's almost beyond painful to watch these guys talk to each other. And then our friend Karl shows up and steals the show!! Unfortunately, there is far too much film injected into this steaming pile which deters from the actual bits you want. Why would anyone want to watch a car drive for minute after minute with nothing in the way of a story behind it? Anyway, what can you say, this is about as low as it gets, so why even worry? Well, here you are, reading reviews on the worst of the worst, so you might as well go for it! My suggestion: Get the cheapest of grain alcohols you can find, pound a fifth of it with your most awful of friends, plop this thing in and try to get to the end. But by no means should you watch this flick with a clear head, because you won't make it. Or hey, make a drinking game: Take a shot of the cheapest vodka you can find any time blood sprays! Either way, this thing is only for the most die hard of shlock loving viewers out there. All others might as well just watch youtube videos.

I guess there's exactly one thing this shot-on-video cheapie has gotten right: it does seem to be a genuine attempt at giving the audience what it wants. Writer/Director (granted, both terms are used sorta loosely) Andreas Schnaas clearly seems to know lots of horror fans are in it just to see irritating people die gory deaths, but using this knowledge to make something remotely entertaining seemed like a bridge too far. So you've opened your movie with a mental patient (Karl The Butcher, an overly threatening name for a teenage guy with an oatmeal scrotum on his face) escaping from custody and wandering off into the woods, what to do now? Have some cops or local vigilantes look for him and possibly get killed in the process? Have Oatmeal Dude reach a camp/school/farm/slumber party house/hotel/convent to cause some gory mayhem? Of course not, those would be story lines (close enough at least). Instead, "Violent Sh#t" just consists of Karl walking around aimlessly and killing nameless characters 15 seconds after they've been introduced. That's literally what the whole movie is, and keep in mind it goes on for 75 mind-numbingly repetitive minutes. I never could have imagined a movie with so much splatter in it could be so ridiculously boring, but Schnaas truly has a gift. I hear this thing has two sequels, I also hear it's somewhat of a cult hit in Germany: both facts freighten me intensely.