Review – Autopsy

One nice thing about a lot of torture porn is that it tends to lead off with a woman bound on an operating table (or similar other contrivance) screaming her lungs out. When a movie opens with something like that, it’s easy to just hit the delete button before wasting any more time on it. But when the slicing and dicing doesn’t get underway until a half an hour in, well, by that point one has already made a time commitment to it and might as well stick through to the end. Besides, this particular specimen partially acquitted itself by including some vaguely entertaining gore. The plot is some forgettable nonsense about a group of 20-somethings who have a car accident in the middle of nowhere and end up in the hospital from hillbilly hell. Robert Patrick does a passable job as a mad scientist draining the precious bodily fluids of his victims in order to keep his terminally-ill wife alive. This story line was better in The Corpse Vanishes more than half a century before this stinker was made, and that isn’t even a particularly high hurdle to leap. See if desperate