Pitch in which two girls fall in with a notorious vampire is as lurid as most of the other stories are tasteful, even old-fashioned. As the story’s originator acknowledges his debt to schlocky Italian horror pics, two lesbian vampires slurp at his side.
One fellow’s madly inventive tale — of an epileptic whose brain is surgically split in two in order to control seizures — carries through on the “split” theme by filming him in alternating positions on the left and right side of the frame as he narrates his increasingly demented tale.
The sole woman recounts a romance gone askew in a very well-equipped industrial kitchen. A scene in which three naked men hang upside down from meat hooks while a noted chef explains how to make stroganoff with human flesh drew laughs from local auds.
Pic’s only English-language pitch is a somewhat mystical tale of redemption in which a debt-ridden man heals a crippled woman via touch alone. At the opposite end of the spectrum is the story of a talking hog’s head in the front seat of a car — related by a German-speaking lad who must have studied at the Tarantino School for Euphoric Filmspieling.
The manner in which the 11 tales are fragmented and interwoven renders them more interesting than a linear arrangement ever could. Mix ‘n’ match editing imbues proceedings with the breathless quality of a serial, with a few stories remaining incomplete or dropped without a semblance of conclusion. Tech credits are pro.