Extremely exploitive. The Streets Run Red is the…is the. Is. Um. Woo. Um. Ok. You know what? I need a little bit of time to process. (Cue montage. Enrique drinking heavily. Wandering along the river. Staring into the abyss. Crying in a shower. Lashing out at loved ones. Having an intervention. Getting therapy. Crying into a pillow. Slowly healing. Finally, Enrique looks into a mirror) You can do this!
“Two detectives struggle to prove that the man they have in custody is really the Kubrick Killer…”
Ok. The plot to The Streets Run Red is very simple. Two detectives struggle to prove that the man they have in custody (Alex) is really the Kubrick Killer. Pretty simple and straightforward right? Well…here’s the thing. I’ve done a lot of bad reviews — a lot. And I feel bad every time because I know all the hard work that goes into making a movie. But this kind of film is really critic-proof. Anything bad I could say about it could just be used in their advertising since everything I hate about this kind of movie is exactly what the fans of this kind of movie are looking for. So that being said, I hated this.
If you’re looking for scenes in which an areola is ripped off a woman’s breast, and a vulva is cut from a body, both in graphic detail well 1) you’re in luck and 2) what the actual f**k is wrong with you? Like as a person. Is it a genetic problem, or the outcome of some deep trauma? This movie is so disgusting I had to question not only the fan base of this brand of torture porn but the worth of the race that would create the people who would enjoy it.
"…the promise of every grindhouse movie poster realized…"