Can't really say I expected much, but I'm still disappointed. The attempts at social satire all fall flat. Sure, the main character gets taken advantage of, but why wouldn't he? He's just a good for nothing layabout who can't even run a hotdog stand right (yet still makes enough money to rent an apartment in NYC?). There's an attempt to portray the photographer as parasitic, but really he's more generous than he needs to be. He keeps throwing money at this idiot who can't even model correctly, but I'm supposed to hate him because he doesn't want to take him on as an apprentice? A few positives: the cinematography is pretty good. It captures the griminess and grit of NYC pretty well. The second half is a lot better. Most of the pretenses of social commentary are dropped and it turns into an "artist as murderer" slasher (see: Corman's Bucket of Blood, H. G. Lewis' Color me Blood Red) with aspects of forced cannibalism (see: Blood Diner, The Corpse Grinders). I just wish that's what it was from the start.

It's a ridiculous movie, as expected, but very true to life in the first half. You have a guy who is used because of his demeanour, nature and social standing. There are people using and feeding off each other in this whether they put a friendly face on that or not, so it's a glimpse of human nature. Photography is featured a lot as integral to the plot but also as satire on the culture of photography and modelling, as our main character succumbs to delusion and fantasy which is a catalyast. The second half is a more conventional sick twisted fun horror. Not the smartest or best movie ever but it's unique and comfortable in it's skin. Funny at times. A good indie movie.