Snuff Movie - a retired filmmaker returns to make one last film about the terrible slaughter that destroyed his family and friends decades before.
No bones about it, this is a no-budget fantasy about what might have happened if Roman Polanski had lost his mind (in a non-BEASTly way) after his wife's brutal murder at the hands of the Manson family. As such, it's in pretty poor taste, and is a poor movie besides, with a "will this do?" vibe about it. The plot is almost non-existent, with a group of actors (played by actors - OMG META!!!) running around the director's house being snuffed. This isn't helped by weak, half-hearted attempts to provide an artsy note of doubt about whether or not what we're seeing is "real" (clue: it's isn't, because IT'S A FUCKING MOVIE), culminating in an ending that sits on the screen like a flaccid penis in a bored housewife's mouth.
The worst part is that this mess was entirely conceived by Bernard Rose, the respected music video director, who also directed films like Candyman and Immortal Beloved. Apparently he withdrew from the studio system of making movies some time ago to make motion pictures that he personally finds interesting, free from the shackles of base financial considerations. Pretty depressing if this was the kind of thing he had in mind.
Edit: just remembered that the main actress spends half the film in the nuddy, occasionally getting her box munched for no good reason, and there's also a slutty blonde with stupidly fake norks who spends a fair bit of time randomly bonking. So, possibly a classic if approached from a one-handed point of view.