Assassin’s Bullet (Florentine, 2012)

We’ve come to expect a certain base level of violent ridiculousness and salaciousness from low-budget genre films with titles such as Assassin’s Bullet. But in the case of director Isaac Florentine’s truly awful thriller, its guilty-pleasure sleaziness plays second fiddle to a terribly self-serious narrative that becomes one of the most asinine riffs ever on the Vertigo narrative, where a female’s mind is mentally dominated and her body is physically altered to fulfill one traumatized man’s exotic love fantasy.

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