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All violent Romeo (Aleksandar Petrovic) and his naive but resourceful
girlfriend Juliet (Birgit Stauber) want to do is to buy a house from a
sleazy realtor (Faris Rahoma) - but when out of nowhere the realtor
attacks Romeo with a knife, Romeo has to kill him in self-defense, and
suddenly the two are lumbered with a corpse, much to Juliet's dismay, who
tells Romeo to get rid of it pretty quick. Romeo decides to bury the
realtor next to a farm in the middle of nowhere, not realizing that the
farm actually belongs to a madman (Kari Rakkola), who above all else just
happens to be the realtor's boyfriend - and in no time at all, the madman
has overcome Romeo and buried him up to his neck in a hole. Desperately,
Romeo tries to persuade the madman to release him, but no such luck, the
madman actually likes playing with Romeo, shoots cops (Andreas Svolanek,
Peter Richter) who come to his rescue, and ultimately calls Juliet to have
some fun with her too - which means tieing her up, raping her and chasing
her around his farmhouse. But Juliet is not one to go down easily, and
eventually she manages to dig up Romeo so he can go one on one against the
madman - and the two fight pretty much to a standstill before Juliet
interferes, shooting the madman. But when Romeo thinks he's saved, Juliet
hits him over the head with a shovel and buries him up to his neck again -
after all, all she wanted was a house, not a massacre. What
might sound like an incredibly violent and cynic film in my synpsis is
actually an over-the-top comedy that takes its violence to cartoon and
comicbook level to such an extent that one, all political correctness
aside, can't help laughing. The point is that the film doesn't take itself
seriously and asks its audience not to do so either - and if you can
accept the funny side of rape, torture and murder, don't try to impose any
kind of message onto the film and prefer Tex Avery's version of
screen-violence to that of, let's say, Sam Peckinpah, you will no doubt be
entertained.
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