Slaughtered Vomit Dolls (2006) review

It’s hard to understand why some directors decide to make the films they do; is it because they have a deeper message that they’re trying to convey through shocking images? Or are they purely trying to force the viewer into feeling repulsed and disgusted for no reason at all? For the former we can turn to films like Srdjan Spasovich’s controversial film A Serbian Film, which although is classified as one of the most contentious films out there, serves to provide us with a commentary on the state of politics in Serbia. For the latter we can turn to a film called Slaughtered Vomit Dolls, and it’s with the title alone that this film already shows itself as one that has been designed to shock for the purpose of nothing in particular.

Shot like an acidic nightmare from someone with deep rooted trauma, Slaughtered Vomit Dolls follows a young runaway stripper come prostitute who happens to be suffering from severe bulimia. The audience become witnesses to her gradual spiral into psychological hell, with a focus on some of the heavy experiences she’s gone through, and her ongoing sickness.

For most fans of the extreme cinema genre, you’ll already be aware of the Vomit Gore Trilogy; over the years they’ve gained themselves a certain status within the genre which doesn’t come as a surprise when you regard the name closely. The films come from director Lucifer Valentine, who helps to establish the notorious reputation of these films through his name alone. It’s also been a curiosity of mine to watch Slaughtered Vomit Dolls, and therefore during my charity initiative in which I watched 24 hours of back-to-back extreme horror movies, I’d decided it seemed fitting that during the 2am mark to force my already battered mind and body into watching something that simply has never appealed to my appetite. In my honest opinion, there could never possibly be a suitable time to watch a film such as Slaughtered Vomit Dolls; it is extremely disturbing in the sense that it’s glorified vomit pornography; there really is no coherent storyline and those fragments of story that we do somehow breakdown and comprehend are unfortunately as bland as a piece of dry toast. There is nothing entertaining about watching disjointed images presented as if they are an artsploitation film; as someone with a strong stomach, even I had difficulty digesting the scenes where we get to watch the protagonist force her fingers down her throat in order to vomit. 

Another factor that doesn’t help this film gain any kind of positive recognition, is that there are many rumours that shroud director Lucifer Valentine; stating that he hired drug addicted actresses and would coerce them to shoot by tempting them with drugs. I cannot say as to whether or not this is true, however, rumours like these have put negative connotations around the film and the director himself. The leading star of Slaughtered Vomit Dolls, Ameara LaVey also known as Brandy Petrie, also brings a sense of recognition to films after she passed away in 2017 from a double homicide. Both of these slithers of news help to propel the films into an even more notorious status, something that will have had a negative impact and stopped some people from viewing, but also encouraged others to become dedicated fans of Valentine. 

Ultimately this first instalment of regurgitated film is only made for those with a penchant for watching women being portrayed as sick and weak through a very demeaning way. For someone like myself who enjoys a meaningful message to be scattered underneath the makings of a highly controversial film, Slaughtered Vomit Dolls is one that I cannot feel positively towards. This is a nasty, disgusting and almost pointless film that I wouldn’t recommend watching, however, those words will be the highest recommendation for some of you out there.

Verdict: 1 out of 5