This thriller had all the ingredients for a truly GIMP-worthy mainstream film: an alluring title, a bevy of babes willing to get naked on screen, and a plot revolving around a killer torturing and mutilating victims, including strippers. Unfortunately, it appears the producers didn't put down the crack pipe long enough to think about what they were doing, resulting in a truly frustrating viewing experience.

Oh, the movie starts off promising enough, with a naked blonde woman lying on her front on a gurney-type bed in a makeshift basement dungeon, her wrists tied to the posts. The villain saunters over to her with a knife and the scene fades to black with her screaming. Her body parts are found at a pier.

After a few introductions to the main characters, including psychiatrist Dr. Jill Kessy, Beverly Lynne who has a nice MILF quality to her, and a patient who describes himself as "Jack and Bob," we soon get to our next scene of note. Another blonde is sitting on a stool in her bra in the dungeon with her wrists tied behind her back. She has a black tape gag with what appears to be packing, and she is forced to watch a dead guy get his armed sawed off. There's some nice mmmphing in this brief scene.

Back to the plot, where we learn more about the cops investigating the case, mainly that they haven't decided how to play "good cop, bad cop," or even "good actor, bad actor."

The editing is also confusing. The quick jumps to different characters and locations simply confuses the story, such that it is.

So we get the obligatory scene with the cops in a strip joint, the lesbian teaser scene, the straight sex scene between Dr. Jill and a wannabe rock star, and ... Charles Durning. I think he plays a lawyer (at this point I wasn't really paying attention) who just sits at his desk fondling oranges in an office with trailer-trash type women. We also learn that the female victims have been patients of Dr. Jill.

Finally, another GIMP scene saves us from the inane dialogue. Another blonde babe is sitting totally naked in a chair with her hands tied behind with rope. As the killer sharpens a knife, she easily escapes from her loose restraints, one of my biggest pet peeves in movies. Why the fuck can't these movie producers check out PD's "Rope Tutorial" or some other bondage production to see the proper way to secure a woman? Any real killer would never use such a lame-ass way to tie up a victim.

Fortunately for the killer, the naked victim is about as sharp as a bowling ball. She figures that the best way to flee the lunatic would be to crawl on all fours instead of running. She's disposed of rather easily.

The victims' bodies are all missing parts, and they also have been tattooed, including one that says "Polycarp," supposedly the first Christian martyr who was burned at the stake.

This gets Cop Harper (Michael Pare) to spout off lines from the Bible. His partner ends up getting snuffed while banging the skanky roommate of another shrink. She's decapitated offscreen. Charles Durning ends up dead in his office. And the remaining characters end up screwing each other in different locations.

SPOLER ALERT

The three remaining guys, Cop Harper, wannabe musician, and Jack-Bob, somehow get tied up and gagged in their underwear on chairs in the dungeon. The killer turns out to be three killers, Dr. Jill, the other shrink, and a spaced-out receptionist at Charles Durning's office, who have formed a sort of cult trying to resurrect something. (Remember, I wasn't really paying attention.) They tattoo the men, shoot Jack-Bob in the head, and start to perform a ritual.

This is just typical of mainstream movies today. The longest torture scene of the movie has GUYS for victims! Well, it doesn't last that long. The women may be able to summon Lucifer, but they still haven't learned to tie knots. The musician dude escapes and kills two of the tormentors. The cop gets shot, and the musician guy screws the last remaining killer in an elevator(!?)

SPOILER ALERT ENDS

There's a total of about 1 minute's worth of GIMP material in this movie. And there are a few sex scenes with frontal nudity. Unfortunately, the other 80 minutes are pure torture. The film is a total mess. Charles Durning, a big-name Hollywood actor, appears in about 1 minute in this movie, just so the producers could use his name on the box.

The film was originally titled "Polycarp." But it seems the producers may have looked at what they had done, decided it was worthless, and came up with a plan: "Let's give this piece of shit a sleazy name so perverted fucks like that Brutus moron on the GIMP board might actually pay to watch it."

I could state the obvious that the movie should have been called "Polycrap." How about "Holy Crap" or Holy Moly This is Crap" or "Polly Wanna Crapper"?

My verdict: GIMP scenes C- (at least 2 of the victims are naked and Charles Durning keeps his clothes on).

Overall movie: D