Stupid premise for a movie: Christopher Atkins (The Blue Lagoon) is a video professional who specializes in snuff films. He calls girls into his private studio and gets them to strip. Just when they get all heated up and want to get it on, he ties them to a chair and kills them by suffocation. He's a troubled guy. Through a flashback, we see the traumatic childhood event that made him this way. As a kid, he uses his super-8 camera to film his dad in bed with a couple of floozies. Then his mom bursts in and wastes the guy, then eats her gun, and he films the whole thing. I don't know if it would turn me into a killer, but it would certainly help put some shrink's kids though college. Back in the present, he meets the girl of his dreams, and guess what? She looks just like his mom. Stupid and predictable. Memo to Chris Atkins: if anybody comes up to you and acts like they want to spend some time with you, let them. Do NOT kill them by covering their head with a big Ziploc bag, especially if they happen to be an incredibly hot babe with a pair of cosangas that point toward Pluto. You need all the friends you can get. Think about it.
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