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When Make Believe Is Just Not Enough!
Brief scenes of death related material: mortuaries, accidents and police work are filmed by TV crews and home video cameras. Some of it is most likely fake, some not as much.
Faces of Death II
1981 Directed by John Alan Schwartz
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Gesichter des Todes 2, ジャンクII 死の儀式
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I watched Faces of Death II because I try to be a scholar. As such, all my shame and boredom cannot stop the facts, which include that this one is significantly better than the first film. I use "better" with great caveat and context: the footage is generally more upsetting, the fake stuff harder to spot, and the tangents more entertaining. This is still mostly dull and completely indefensible. Opens with its high point, where our good fake Doctor Gross talks about how early humans tried to bring dead people back to life by fucking them, which instead solidified our understanding of mortality. This could very well be true, though Doctor Gross cites no sources. From there, we get some…
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A bit better than the first, but still boring and with the same hokey overbearing narrator. This is meant to be shocking but most everything here can easily be seen all over YouTube—motorcycle crashes and stunt fuckups. The most disturbing stuff here is the horrifying dolphins killings. I just went to the beach and basically swam with dolphins and love them and respect them as intelligent creatures, so seeing them slaughtered and suffer was pretty depressing.
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I'd like to formally apologise to all the people who literally died in this movie, because Static_Vision and I were so bored during all of their dying that we just spoke about Heather Graham for the entire runtime instead
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FACES OF DEATH 2 (1981)
"Death in sporting events and stuntwork gone wrong are the highlights of this morbid chapter."Why do I torture myself with this boring drek?! The world may never know.
Fictionalized documentary-style meta snuff flick with an emphasis on deaths 'captured on screen' (they're really reenacted dramatizations) from the world of sports and stunts. It's as riveting as a polluted inner-city toilet.
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Oh, don't act so shocked. I have this depraved fascination with weird shit like this. Not that kind of fascination, you fucking perverts.
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John Allen Schwartz is back with more grimness and stock footage narrated by Dr Francis Gröss (Michael Carr) who now has had to rethink his previous study of death, but never really tells us what his new thesis is... instead we're just shoved through a smorgasbord of death in all it's shapes. Stuntmen getting smashed, airplane disasters and the obligatory slaughterhouse imagery of animals meeting their demise.
The most cynical part of it all is the faux academic ramblings of Gröss, the exaggerated dubbing and ironic music that makes is all such a total horrorshow. Oh, and the, to my count two, clearly staged segments. What? did they run out of stock footage and authentic death on news reels?
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*pleasant soundtrack while babies are skinned and tortured and my head is under a blankie and I’m sad*
*covers chippy eyes and ears at the horrors of a dolphin holocaust*
I’m tryna smoke pcp n make OUT In a burning car baybee and I’m hoping that someone will one day love me enough to wear my dead foot
