Bela Kiss: Prologue

I often find that even the lamest of horror movies have one or maybe even two redeeming features that make them just about bearable, whether that be a gratuitous shower scene, hot bimbo sex, a dwarf with a machine gun, mutant flesh-eating rodents, or simply some cheesy OTT gore, like someone's eyeballs randomly popping out of their sockets.

Natural Born Killer opts for both a sex scene and a shower scene, yet neither of these elements make this film any more entertaining, both somehow failing to provide any nudity. The remainder of the film is as equally dull and disappointing, as five bank robbers check in at a remote hotel to wait for the heat to die down, only to find that the staff are a bunch of weirdos in league with notorious serial killer Bela Kiss, who has apparently found a way to prolong his life.

Veering wildly in style from standard teen horror fare to torture porn to art-house horror, Natural Born Killer (AKA The Kiss of a Killer, AKA Bela Kiss: Prologue) is a complete and utter mess: boring from start to finish (very tame gore and absolutely no little guys brandishing extreme firepower), it is one of the few films that I have had to rewind at least five times at various stages because I kept falling asleep.