Ever wonder how the inside of a serial killer’s mind looks? Jorg Buttgereit did. Jorg even made a movie about it. What the fuck have you done lately?
Sorry, that was harsh.
Schramm is Jorg Buttgereit’s film that ISN’T about necrophilia! It’s his look inside the mind of a serial killer. Here is what the inside of his serial killer’s mind looks like:
Missing a leg
Dancing with the neighbor he fancies
Dreams of the dentist prying his eye out
Angry disembodied vagina monsters
At just over an hour, Schramm is a lovely little slice of gore cinema that doesn’t overindulge or overstay its welcome. It is artfully shot in 16mm (if you give half a shit about things like that) which to me, aided in painting the portrait Jorg wanted me to see.
It’s a depressing setting with depressing characters who succumb to who they are. Namely, the “lipstick killer”, who is, in an odd way, our protagonist. Rather than being a psychotic and brutal murderer, he is a man who can’t help but murder. He also can’t help but DRIVE NAILS INTO HIS PENIS OH MY GOD! WHY? WHY? HE JUST NAILED HIS PENIS TO THE TABLE! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!
Like I was saying, I think you’ll really enjoy Schramm, the movie where a man fucks a blowup doll, roofies and takes advantage of his hooker neighbor, and artfully and tastefully HAMMERS NAILS INTO HIS GENITALIA! JESUS MARY AND JOSEPH WHY?
Stay slime, and be rad at all times!