Not only a terrible film, but evidence that having a cineaste directing a film is not necessarily a good thing every time, represented by completely incongruous and jarring film references that give this a pretentious streak alongside its other problems. It’s a celebration of cinema that, despite the sincerity, turns into an embarrassment.
Rather lame H. G. Lewis tribute / parody. You'd be better off watching Blood Feast or Gore Gore Girls than this. And if you're a Sasha Grey fan (aren't we all?) you'd be better off watching Anal Fuck Slaves IV, her acting chops are way better in that than Smash Cut.