A bunch of morons with a hand-held camera go around screaming ceaselessly and laughing idiotically in a never ending profanity-laden cacophony whilst performing "sick" acts which, as some unknown rule apparently dictates, can only be inflicted on disgusting fat chicks who forget to resist.
This is not a movie, since it has no plot, and it is not disturbing, since you can find worse things on the internet in less than a fraction of the time it would require for you to waste your time with this childish foolishness called "August Underground's Mordum," which belongs in the same trash bin as "Scrapbook." Just because damaged American kiddies with fractured psyches, short attention spans, and a penchant for anything that can momentarily lift them out of their fuzzy world view-defined, over-indulgent, instant gratification-based existence manage to praise this film with the vocabulary of someone who - surprisingly - has at least managed to attain a high school senior's vocabulary, does not make it worth watching. Then again, I suspect anyone who falls for it will probably be the same category of human: a confused child in a man's body, his emotional development permanently arrested at point "Beavis and Butthead." This review is for the sane who like horror cinema, not boring pseudo-porno splatter fluff worshipers: stay away, folks.
