Maggot, his sister Crusty and Fredenstien are serial killers who video the torture, humiliation and murder of their victims. The story starts with Crusty playing with 2 females, repeatedly vomiting on them while Fredenstien films it all. Magott disembowels one of the girls then proceeds the fuck the wound. From there on in things just get worse (or better, depending on your proclivity) as the three characters, joined by Necrophagia's Killjoy, who has his own little shed full of corpses, commit the most henious acts imaginable on a selection of hapless victims.

Mordum, the follow up to that benchmark in depravation, August Underground, pushes the already stretched boundaries of taste even further.  Although there have been plenty of films dealing with similar themes, none have been as daring, honest and as shockingly effective as Mordum.  It’s a voyeuristic peek at the squalid life of a group of amoral serial killers. For this incestuous, vitiated family devoid of any humanity that they may have once possessed, the violation of human life is quality time together.

There are some fine special effects from Fred Vogel and the ToeTag team, but what really makes this film so potent are the performances. Crusty (Cristie Whiles) is beautifully disgusting in one of the nastiest female roles in film history, but the irreverent, depraved beyond belief and child-like Maggot (Michael T. Schneider) steals the show. His bath scene with a pre-teen corpse has to be the most debased tableaux ever to be filmed.

I confess that Mordum really shocked me the first time I watched it, I can’t remember being affected so much by a film. I felt confused and dirty.

Bleak in the extreme, yet strangely compelling, Mordum is a work of art, albeit a sick, twisted and completely fucked up one.  S.J.T.

August Underground’s Mordum. 2003

Directed by ToeTag Pictures

We present an interview with the anomalous artist and nightmare architect, Fred Vogel HERE

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