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Her Name Was Torment (2014) is a movie. Dustin Mills has directed this movie. Allison Egan,Brandon Salkil,Jackie McKown,Dustin Mills are the starring of this movie. It was released in 2014. Her Name Was Torment (2014) is considered one of the best Horror movie in India and around the world.
Admitted for questioning with clear signs of psychotic tendencies and chronic insomnia, an unidentified woman in her thirties is suspected of committing twenty-seven murders. Profoundly scarred--both physically and mentally--and with a slippery grasp of her identity, the woman known only as "Patient 394" struggles to explain the self-inflicted scars on her face, as well as the cruel methodology she used to unemotionally dissect, mutilate, and vivisect twenty-four of her completely unrecognisable victims. What could have pushed this broken paraphiliac to perform such acts of motiveless malignancy? Little by little, as the line between imagination and reality becomes blurry, the mysterious woman's captors will soon learn firsthand about her otherworldly guide--the nightmarish Overseer--his angels of pain, and their pressing demand for flesh offerings. Will they now believe the grim testimony of a loyal servant whose name was Torment?
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Torture yawn.
As a doctor interviews patient 394, a physically and mentally scarred female serial killer known as Torment (Allison Egan), a series of flashbacks reveal how she tortured and killed one of her victims (Brandon Salkil), collecting his body-parts in jars for a mysterious being called The Overlord (who, looking at him, might be an extraterrestrial). Up until now, indie horror director Dustin Mills has impressed me with his willingness to tackle a range of sub-genres and film-making techniques, but here he strays into dreaded torture-porn territory, while employing a tired, grainy, found-footage-style aesthetic with art-house pretensions; it's a combination I was always going to struggle with, having had my fill of torture movies and found footage flicks over the last decade or so, and, more often than not, finding the experimental horror label to be nothing more than an excuse to show some outrageous gore while not bothering with an intelligible narrative. Sure enough, I found the whole thing rather disappointing, the film covering ground that has been done many times before with greater success, and not making a whole lot of sense in the long run. The wobbly camera-work and grainy imagery, combined with a cacophonous soundtrack, grated on my nerves; the gore, while wonderfully nasty in tone, failed to convince (do eyeballs really have optic nerves THAT long?); and the acting is far from realistic (I'm sure I'd do more than just groan a bit if I was having my finger nails ripped out with pliers). As with most of Mills' productions, there's plenty of full-on female nudity, this time from Egan as the tattooed, mask-wearing killer, who likes to romp with a decomposing corpse (a la Nekromantik) when she isn't practising her manicure skills, pulling on eyeballs, or snipping off lips. Needless to say, these scenes are far from erotic (if you find yourself turned on, then you may have issues that need addressing). I'd like to think that Her Name Was Torment was simply a case of Mills getting 'torture porn' out of his system, but with a couple of sequels imminent, it seems that he ain't finished yet.
Uncompromising and unflinching horror from the Crumpleshack Films
Her Name Was Torment is the latest release from Dustin Mills, one of the most talented and hardworking horror directors. Having started with the ambitious and entertaining The Puppet Monster Massacre, Mills has built his reputation around his unique style. There's been a gradual shift to darker material in his movies, with less puppets and more psychological (and physical) pain on display. With Kill That Bitch, Mills entered a whole new territory but the setting up of his sister studio, Crumpleshack Films, is a bold flag in the sand. Crumpleshack is Mills' label for tough, unflinching offerings. There's little, if any, elements of his traditional "comfortable" horror films contained here. Her Name, then, is the first title under the Crumpleshack Films label and it's strong stuff. Mills had warned fans that this production may not be to everybody's taste. It's not cute or amusing; there's no relief from the madness that swiftly descends. Mills' regular, Brandon Salkil, delivers a tremendous performance as Torment's latest victim. He's a very physical performer and is perfectly cast here. The viewer is an unwilling spectator as Salkil is tortured slowly and methodically by the masked female psycho. You know in your heart from the start that this isn't going to end happily ever after. Allison Fitzgerald is another Mills regular. Here, she plays her most memorable role to date as Torment. Despite the fact that we never see her face, Fitzgerald delivers an absolutely terrifying performance in her bizarre mask. She's a brave lady - this film required an actor that wasn't afraid of nudity and sexual situations and it's quite obvious that she threw herself into the movie; mind, body and soul. The Doctor, whose chilling commentary is genuinely riveting, is played by none other than Mills himself. His questioning of Torment is the stuff of nightmares. In a lesser director's hands, this could have been just "torture porn". There are many scenes of physical abuse that will make many viewers look away from the screen but Mills' direction steers away from cheap hardcore insert shots or scenes of castration, instead concentrating on other forms of unpleasantness. The special effects will not disappoint gorehounds but this is only one layer of the proceedings. For me, the actual graphic horror was not what seated this film at the table of horror greats. Having viewed thousands of horror movies, graphic violence is now no longer of interest (although it can be conspicuous by its absence and there's a difficult balance to maintain) but Her Name is more than an exhibition of physical insults delivered to a bound young man. What the film delivers is an audial and visual assault on the senses. You may note I mention the audio side of things before the visual and there's a reason for this. The film hits you with a wall of inventive sound from the very beginning and manages to do something I've never experienced before outside demonstrations of spacial sound effects. The movie delivers what can only be described as an audio hallucination. The film's soundtrack is in good old fashioned stereo and, as a purist, I viewed Her Name in its intended state, without applying any additional sound processing bells and whistles. There's one scene, I won't give it away, where the sound field generated became genuinely three dimensional and I felt I was sat in the centre of a pulsating hailstorm of electronic noise. It was nightmarish stuff but exhilarating at the same time, the cacophony of auditory madness matched by the bizarre inkblot-like image on the screen. The inventive use of colour in Her Name Was Torment is another layer of bloody icing on this perverse cake. Like Spielberg in Schindler's List, colour is used sparingly and jolts the viewer's attention to the many ghastly spectacles unveiled by a gleeful Mills (who's clearly had the time of his life making this indie gem). It's clever stuff, very effective and the style ensures the viewer is kept on edge for the duration of the film's 50 minute running time. It could be argued that the film is an extended short but this doesn't matter. Quality is always more welcome than quantity and anything longer than this would have been exhausting. I have only a minor criticism of the film and I may need to revisit it as the viewing experience is still sinking in. The mysterious Overlord (arguably the only element of "old" Mills) feels slightly out of kilter with the rest of the production and I struggled to hear his dialogue. However, I think I would miss this character if his presence was not seen and I may well feel differently on a second viewing. In no way does this deter me from giving this movie 10 out of 10. Jackie McKown's Angel is one of the scariest creations I've ever witnessed and the film's vibe occasionally feels like The Bunny Game meets Boy Meets Girl crossed with Hellraiser, with a mild sprinkling of A Field in England and Paranormal Activity. Oh, and there's a head shaking scene that makes Jacob's Ladder look positively tame by comparison. My gods, that's a fine cocktail of horror and Her Name is a sharp kick in the balls for those who are expecting something safe from this unpredictable director. KTB remains my favourite Mills movie, However, Her Name is hot on its paws with its blend of the strange, the surreal and the downright petrifying. I have fingers and toes firmly crossed that we see Her Name Was Agony in the not too distant future. This film has threads that are begging to be unwound and exploited. It would be a shame to provide any real, substantial answers to some of the film's mysteries but there's a mine of terror just waiting to be explored. A low budget masterpiece to dissect, disassemble, dispose...place in a bucket or bin...
The best no-budget, indie horror film about necrophilia, love, hate, torture, religion, and loss released this year!
I can't say much about this movie in terms of plot because it seems very much like there is a lot that was left unsaid. I will say that at times it felt like an episode of Lost in the sense that it left you with more questions than answers, but was wildly captivating and entertaining at the same time. It is raw. It is bold. It is in your face. It is WRONG (on so many levels). Yet, it is so RIGHT. If you enjoy no-budget indie horror at all and are not squeamish, this is the movie for you. Like the title says, it is the best no-budget, indie horror film about necrophilia, love, hate, torture, religion, and loss released this year!
art house necro flick
How I did come across this flick, well, if a flick contains necrophilia and you are a horror buff searching into the deeper vaults of the obscure back then in the eighties it was all about Nekromantik (1987). Sure, there were earlier flick about necrophilia but Nekromantik was explicit. Then in 1997 it was all about Nekro, a short flick. Nowadays, it's about this one. Is it as shocking as it did back then in the eighties. No, and it never will. Back then it was extremely hard to get a copy of Nekromantik, you could even go to jail if they found out you had it in possession. Now with the internet it's all there to catch in full glory. So on that part it's not shocking but if you never seen a necrophilia flick then you will be disgusted by this one. But it isn't going to be a flick for all sickies out there or gorehounds because it's made in the art- house style. And there isn't that much of red stuff to catch even as they pull out nails, cut off lips remove eyes you get the feeling. What annoyed me was that the victim never really screamed while being tortured. So the overall look is all about torturing being done by a female walking around in her nudies with a creepy mask. And there it will be shocking again because when she goes for the corpse she masturbates all over it and let the victim lick her fingers. Let that be the messy part. Why she is doing all that is in her mind, some kind of overlord looking like an alien. You see, not an easy flick to watch. A few weird shots and sounds, well done on part of editing and effects used to create the art-house look. But on the horror part it's a bit too low to really shock the real horror geeks. Still, if you are used to see Hollywood horrors then place a bucket in your room, you will need it to catch your vomit. Gore 1/5 Nudity 3/5 Effects 2/5 Story 2/5 Comedy 0/5