Decisions, Decisions… You're sitting around one night trying to decide
whether you want to watch The Playboy Channel or a horror flick. Well it
just so happens that maybe on this night you can watch both, by just
watching CHINA WHITE SERPENTINE.
Two minutes and thirty seconds into this flick were rocking to some
killer tunes accompanied by so Caligula styled fade-away scenes. Struggling
writer Dave is just trying to make ends meet. One day he’s paid a visit by
his supposed dead brother, Trent, who leaves him a DVD. While viewing the
DVD, Dave is eager to investigate the death of his younger brother. Soon
Dave will surely learn the terrible dark forces, led by the mysterious woman
named Tracey that killed his brother.
A woman named Beth, who was also seduced by Tracey, begins to describe
the fateful nights with Tracey. She depicts some of the most intense sinful,
heroin induced, ritualistic eroticism imaginable. One that will surely
engulf what little amount of sanity that Dave may have left.
There were a few times during CHINA WHITE SERPENTINE that made me sort
of cock my head like a confused puppy and wonder what the hell that was I
just saw. Case in point. The scene early on when Tracey starts to entice
Beth, and begins pulling down here pants, once she does Beth is wearing
boxers… yeah, boxers. It kind of threw me off. Here I am watching this
pretty cool scene and wham! she’s wearing boxers. The acting in this film
was surprisingly above mediocrity. Combining the excellent acting and superb
visual fade-ins at the best time, CHINA WHITE SERPENTINE, covers all bases
needed for a good horror flick, all the way down to the realistic bloody
chunks of vomit.
The first thing that pops into my head while watching CHINA WHITE
SERPENTINE, is maybe this is what Pink Floyd’s the Wall would have been
like, were it a horror flick. From the Sub Rosa Extreme series of movies
comes an awesomely crafted horror flick that subliminally comes off as a
wake up call for the so-called “white light” drug. CHINA WHITE SERPENTINE is
not for the weak at heart and should be viewed with caution. Excellent for
the disturbed in mind.
A review by Tracy Crockett
