Psycho Goreman takes place in a strange reality, a modern day society filtered through the lens of an 80's sitcom, inside a splatter film - and it's glorious.
You're only here for one thing, splatter. Whilst it takes a while to get to the body melting, the effects in this film are a gory, icky glory.
Grief does strange things to people. When you lose someone you love, what would you do to get them back? In the case of Audrey and Henry Walsh, you turn to satanic rituals to try and raise your grandson, Jackson, from the dead.
With Brandon Cronenberg's second feature, it is very clear that body and tech predilections apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
Calling his music rape-rock, giving nazi salutes and drinking non stop, El Duce is an intriguing and repulsive character and you spend a lot of this documentary wondering if this genuine or if this is all an act.