Snuff is cinema’s most controversial and disturbing concept. It originally got it’s name after a police raid on Sesame Street found a collection of videos tapes documenting Mr. Snuffleupagus’ years of abuse and murder. Unable to convict due to federal laws not applying to fictional species’ Mr. Snuffleupagus still works to this day and is suspected for the disappearance of scores of live studio audience members.
There has always been a question mark surrounding the existence of these films and what really defines something as snuff. Obviously news and documentary footage exists that depicts real death and torture but what really defines something as snuff is the pornographic intention. It is the carrying out of a murder specifically for the camera and not merely the documenting of an atrocity. It was an idea used by many Video Nasties back in the eighties as a publicity stunt and has been engrained into cinematic culture ever since.
N.B. This is not a bad picture, the film quality really is that terrible |
The main point this film repeatedly rams down your throat is spelled out by the film critic character. He repeatedly tells the reporter that society is complicit in the ‘dismemberment’ and consumption of the people around us. The suggestion is that we, in the new internet age of pornography and anonymity, are all constantly ‘dismembering’ human beings by considering them as nothing more than a collection of usable parts. So, through the extended spewing of psudo intellectual criticism (oh the irony again!) he is one step away from pointing at the viewer and spitting in their face. It’s a catch 22 that Machael Haneke (a man who has come up a surprisingly large amount on this site (oi oi)) exploited in Funny Games, criticising the viewer for watching what it is he has created. The difference is Michael Haneke managed to do it with intelligence and wit, not simply through patronising condescension. (Thats the last time I mention Funny Games on this site I promise)
So with the storyline out the way we are left with the meat and bones of any torture porn film, the torture. The most important thing about this genre, even more so than most other sub genres of horror, is the believability. The low budget of the majority of these films results in a visual style that is grainy and cheap, adding to the sense of reality. Snuff 102 is no exception by any means, it looks horrible and, I never thought I’d say this... suffers due to not being found-footage.
Scary stuff! |
As the final point I want to talk about the inclusion of some real life footage of animal and human torture and dismemberment. I have very strong opinions when it comes to the use of animals in film, people can consent to whatever the fuck they want but as soon as you include an animal for our entertainment you are raising a whole bunch of ethical issues. Here we are shown already existing footage of scientific testing on a monkey and the slaughter of a pig. The fact these haven’t been shot for the purpose does not remove any responsibility for their use from the film makers. The pig slaughter is hard to watch but is done on a farm by what look like farmers and is therefore a regrettable but necessary aspect of everyday life so it’s inclusion as a shock tactic in the film is kind of pointless.
Uwe Boll... No, just no. |
The most frustrating thing looking back at Snuff 102 is just how much of a discussion it can provoke. It is a terrible film which is both badly made and patronising, but its complete failure at creating anything with any credibility still raises the question of whether such a thing exists. As audeince sensibilities become more extreme and boundaries continue to be pushed, can film-makers still create works of art that satisfy that lust both ethically and responsibly. There are films out there that raise these questions with elegance and intelligence, and for that reason this film's attempts to sit among them leaves it left behind as nothing more than cheap, badly executed gore.
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