Bleed is the result of a free weekend and some soft-core film stars with too much free time. Our heroine Mary is played by Debbie Rochon, who also appeared in such greats as Gladiator Erotic vs. The Lesbian Warriors (2001) as the lovable Slave Master Fellatio and The Erotic Mirror (2002), which sounds like a heart-warming movie about a lady who purchases an antique mirror, and whenever she gazes into the mirror, becomes...aroused...even with her female friends. Up to six from what I understand! On the other hand, Bleed opens with two men dressed in drag from a party. Comically, one man stumbles off to his car only to be disemboweled in the middle of the street by the white-masked, of course, killer. Immediately after, his bare-chested girlfriend who is lounging in the backyard has her skull smashed with a hammer by the killer. Now that’s an opening! Enter at this point, Mary who fills the job position created by the death of the first guy. Her new boss, Shawn, invites her out and soft-core love is in the air. Later, Shawn invites Mary to a pool party where women remove their tops to greet one another. Howcordial. At the party, Mary learns of the group’s club, The Murder Club. To become a member, you only have to kill someone. After hearing the grisly details of everyone else’s murders, Mary quickly becomes a member after smashing a lady’s skull against a concrete pillar. When she informs Shawn of her murder, the audience learns that...they were joking! Countless murdering ensues. The camera quality seems similar to that of a video cell phone and the dialogue is just as poor. Inconsistencies abound, such as at one point Chris’s shorts are around his ankles at the pool party. A tighter shot shows that they are back around his waist, and when the camera pans out again, they’re back around his ankles. Also, look for the numerous shots where the microphone drops down into the picture. Ultimately, Bleed should be cauterized, but if you must see this, use a coupon or, better yet, have a friend rent it. The a-typical ending to the movie will leave you with a disbelieving, but atta-boy smile on your face.
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