Bloodlust

Poor old Mosquito (Werner Pochath) should sue for defamation of character: he might have a weird fetish for dolls, drink the blood of dead women through a glass straw, gouge out their eyeballs, hack off their heads, and eventually become a fully fledged psycho killer, but he's definitely not a rapist. Such malicious slander could seriously ruin a person's reputation!

An obscure horror offering from, of all places, Switzerland, director Marijan David Vajda's Mosquito the Rapist has garnered generally positive reviews here on IMDb for being a bold, surreal and lurid piece of sleaze that isn't afraid to push the boundaries of taste; while I cannot deny that the film is both groundbreaking and extremely exploitative, I just didn't enjoy it that much myself, finding it incredibly dreary for the most part despite all the nastiness. Even with a bit of gratuitous lesbian action from a couple of hookers thrown in for good measure, the slow as molasses pace throughout had me struggling to keep my eyes open (the only exception being the kiddie fiddling scene, which is a real eye-opener and genuinely unsettling—considering the tender age of the girl involved, I'm surprised this shocking moment has been allowed to remain intact!