Like Charles Bukoswki made a horror movie. A bunch of punk rockers break into a warehouse or something to throw an underground rave. And have all kinds of sleazy sex with each other. And, weirdly, occasionally breakdance. And an unexplained guy in a welder’s mask tortures and kills them all in ridiculously over-the-top ways, because, movie.

This movie is fuckin’ TERRIBLE. But it doesn’t try to be anything more than it is. It’s not trying to be good. It’s totally committed to being nothing but what it is: a terrible movie of nothing a bunch of sleazy people dancing, fucking, and being gruesomely killed for no apparent reason. Which, I kind of oddly admire… in concept.