On the one hand, I thought it was kind of dorky and entertaining in how they tried to give the effect of people being burned alive by superimposing flames over their image. On the other hand, I'm disgusted by the fact that that's the only silver lining that I could possibly find in this movie. My mindset mostly stayed in the realm of the latter.

Yeah, I don't think I want to watch anymore nazisploitation movies for the rest of my life. Now check back in a couple years when I go against this idea, because I just never learn.

I don't even know where to begin with this movie.

Superimposed explosions on bodies. A rapist being talked into erectile dysfunction. Constant cutaways to the filmography of a fictional actress like it's part of the story. An abandoned house with an active landline and mail delivery route. The worst Russian accent I've ever heard in my life. Dan Haggerty.

This movie is a diamond in the rough of enjoyably bad movies. It's amazing.