Cards of Death
This is a stick up sleazebag;
give me all your good taste because you won’t need an ounce of it for Cards of Death; a movie that is a
holocaustic bomb of depravity, hooker nails, and porn lighting. Featuring a sordid and bizarre love affair
between a neo-Nazi dominatrix named Tracy and a brutal sadomasochist with
spider tattoos named Hog Johnson, Cards
of Death deals out the bludgeoning with cheese and crackers;
literally. The main pelvic thrust of the
story centers around a struggling finger painting artist (seriously) named
Billy who is trying to find out what happened to his father, the police chief, whom
mysteriously disappeared when investigating a series of serial killing like
murders taking place every Thursday. The
poor red flanneled schmuck is actually held captive by Hog and Tracy who
slowly and systematically torture the chief, cutting off his nose with a cheese
slicer along with several fingers and toes and sends the “sick shit” to police
headquarters. Billy the sensitive finger
painter is paired with a hysterically bad tough guy cop with a pink cut off
shirt who overreacts to virtually everything because he has a “hot head”. During their investigation clues about the
chief’s whereabouts are gathered from fast food takeout, doodles of pigs, and a
heart to heart between Billy and a street hooker. Hog Johnson and Tracy bring in new meat to
play their “Cards of Death” game, which is never explained really, only that
the loser is killed by the winner who wins some sort of cash reward, and Hog
can change the rules whenever he wants like some brat. Their secret hideout is
neon lit, giving it that soft porn look.
Hog is a bored billionaire so he invented the “Cards of Death” game to
sate his blood lust. Since refereeing a
death game doesn’t seem to be all it’s cracked up to be Hog also had an
industrial press installed in their secret evil lair to crush street people and
strippers in so he and Tracy can drink and bath in fresh blood, Bathory style. Because the setup of the story wasn’t crazy
enough there is an impaled priest with a gambling problem, copious nipple
teasing, and rape thrown in for good measure.
Padding comes in the form of a dancer dancing to, what else, the movie’s
theme song “Cards of Death” Cards of Death will probably be one of
my most bizarre and rare VHS tapes. They
don’t make them like they used to, and I doubt a movie with the same atmosphere
and dime store feel as Cards of Death
will ever come out again, making it special in its own right. The apocalypse is written and it is “Cards of
Death”!
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