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Each character in this movie — down to the smallest one — is an individual rather than a type, prone to spontaneous changes of mood and sometimes amusing outbursts of pettiness or ill humor.

While it is a pity that the story wasn't told with more visual finesse, this is trivial compared to our real-world problems. It takes a good movie to put that into perspective.

The movie really just wants to entertain people.

It's a difficult business making films with explanatory titles. A very few times it happens just right, but far more its little more than a pose, leading to disappointment at best and thorough contempt at worst. For instance there's White Rose Campus: Then Everybody Gets Raped, in which not everybody actually gets raped. Quite a lot do get raped and overall its hugely entertaining stuff so the film gets a pass but its still sad. Then there's Blooduckers from Outer Space which features infuriatingly little in the way of on screen bloodsucking, and at the bottom there are films like Gore from Outer Space, which has exactly zero on screen gore. Violent Sh!t is perfect though, well close too as the only folk who could possibly watch a film with such a name and be disappointed with the content are hardcore monster excrement enthusiasts not satiated by Monsturd, and really who cares about those weirdos? There's no perambulating excreta committing acts of violence here, but it's definitely a violent film. And by the standards of most normal people it's definitely sh!t. So by the connotations of its name its a winner, and if its name appeals to you in a critical manner its definitely a film for you. Essentially its an entry in the relatively less traveled slasher subgenre of woodlands lunatic who kills everyone he encounters for no good reason. Its kinship is with the likes of Don't Go in the Woods Alone and Orgroff, and though it never quite meets the anti art heights of the former or intoxicating ineptitude of the latter its a worthy effort. The fun of it is that a good few people get offed and they get offed real bad. Head hacking, arm chopping, tit slicing, dick lopping, cooch goring and more, all rendered in HG Lewis style but with comically thick and pinkish blood. Also the killer, K. The Butcher Sh!tter is played by Andreas Schnaas himself and wears a nifty check shirt/jeans and suspenders combo. Suffice to say, not very menacing. There's overuse of slow motion, jerky editing and some horrible technique that makes occasional bits look like the film has been turned into some horrid blotchy computer made cartoon. But for all the technical irritation Violent Sh!t is actually a pretty solid piece of imbecile gory junk. It absolutely lacks anything in the way of ambition or pretension, there's nothing there but trash gore cheer and the feel of idiot youngsters playing with and trying to milk the limited time they had with their cheap editing resources. In short its fun, it rings through with nothing but fun. Very little to it, but for a trash gore opus that won't stretch your brain or your time frame (its less than 75 minutes long) its a classic.

I guess there's exactly one thing this shot-on-video cheapie has gotten right: it does seem to be a genuine attempt at giving the audience what it wants. Writer/Director (granted, both terms are used sorta loosely) Andreas Schnaas clearly seems to know lots of horror fans are in it just to see irritating people die gory deaths, but using this knowledge to make something remotely entertaining seemed like a bridge too far. So you've opened your movie with a mental patient (Karl The Butcher, an overly threatening name for a teenage guy with an oatmeal scrotum on his face) escaping from custody and wandering off into the woods, what to do now? Have some cops or local vigilantes look for him and possibly get killed in the process? Have Oatmeal Dude reach a camp/school/farm/slumber party house/hotel/convent to cause some gory mayhem? Of course not, those would be story lines (close enough at least). Instead, "Violent Sh#t" just consists of Karl walking around aimlessly and killing nameless characters 15 seconds after they've been introduced. That's literally what the whole movie is, and keep in mind it goes on for 75 mind-numbingly repetitive minutes. I never could have imagined a movie with so much splatter in it could be so ridiculously boring, but Schnaas truly has a gift. I hear this thing has two sequels, I also hear it's somewhat of a cult hit in Germany: both facts freighten me intensely.

Wow... that's all that came out of my mouth after I watched the first of the series. This film is single handedly the most disgusting movie ever made, and I loved it. There is virtually no storyline at all, just Karl the Butcher running around in the countryside brutally slaughtering unsuspecting victims. Now, as this movie has no storyline it does pull off certain feelings when you are viewing it that make you feel rather uncomfortable. The music is very appropriate and very creepy and the camera work is actually kind of cool in a very low budget type of way. There are 2 sequels to this movie and it seems that most people like the sequels more but I enjoyed the first one much more than the others. Probably because of the brutality of the murders in the first one were so harsh in comparison and also because there wasn't any real storyline. This movie gets a 9/10 from me.

One of the other users here describes VIOLENT SH*T as "the worst movie ever made by human hands". That's a perfect description, because this terminally boring exercise in incompetently-staged bloody mayhem is terrible on every imaginable level. It makes HEADLESS EYES look like Stanley Kubrick. Shot on camcorder, with computer-generated titles, migraine-inducing video effects and only the faintest attempts at coherent editing (or coherency of any kind), VIOLENT SH*T has the look of a depressing mid-eighties porno, only not nearly as interesting. Its raison d'etre are the taboo-busting gore scenes, but even these are so hilariously inept you're more likely to laugh than cringe - plastic hands, penises, arms, legs, innards and breasts are sent flying as bright pink blood gushes everywhere and the 'victims' bellow unconvincingly. Karl, the 'butcher sh*tter', resembles Eminem with his denim dungarees and cropped blonde hair, and most of his targets look like they've just wandered out of a Scorpions concert with their mullets, thin moustaches, bleached drainpipe jeans and cowboy boots. If nothing else, the film lives up to it's title, because it's both violent and a huge pile of...you can guess the rest. Incredibly, the man behind this catatonia-inducing bilge (one Andreas Schnaas) has gone on to make several other films. Let's hope at least one of them is an improvement over this effort, which is as close a movie has ever come to replicating the sensation of being repeatedly bashed over the head with a tin tray for 75 minutes. Nice when it stops.