Fine, it's actually from Serbia, but there is a distinct nation this film is speaking to: mouth-breathing gorehounds who found Hostel a bit too soft (i.e., fanatics who would hijack the horror genre into extremity because deeper thinking is too hard). Let them have this mess until a worthier provocation comes along.
Plotted with a grade-school sense of irony, Srdjan Spasojevic's crudely acted thriller (cowritten by film critic Aleksandar Radivojevic) begins like a sex comedy, with former porn star Milos (Todorovic, resembling a Eurotrash David Spade) discovering his preteen son on the couch watching one of his greatest hits. Desperate for long-term financial security, Milos is lured out of retirement by wealthy, vaguely ominous producer Vukmir (Trifunovic) for one last shtup.
Don't black-and-white-tiled rooms always spell evil intent, though? Soon enough, we're treated to scenes of necrophilia, pedophilia, incest and---more ridiculous than shocking---"newborn porn." (Use your imagination.) No doubt because of its foreign provenance, A Serbian Film has received some festival attention by those who would dismiss Hollywood's bloodletting. In its histrionic dream logic, the movie says as much about Eastern Europe as Twilight does about the Pacific Northwest. Frankly, you'd be better off self-abusing.