AMITYVILLE VIBRATOR (2020)

Some of my favorite film directors are what I would consider to be fearless. Nick Zed, John Waters, Jess Franco, Bill Zebub.
All weak in comparison to the maniacal genius named Nathan Rumler and his newest entry, Amityville Vibrator.
See, there are a lot of Amityville movies. A lot of them. Don't believe me? I went to IMDB and searched titles for Amityville. Know how many I got?
Thirty.
If ever something deserved to be mocked it was this particular franchise.
And Rumler does it with finesse. It's like he made a list of things you don't have in this kind of movie and just put it right in there.
Actual insertion (Sure it's a vibrator, but it still counts.)
Male nudity.
Puppet fucking.
Some amazing gore effects by James and Mae Bell.
An actual magic mushroom trip captured on film.
Nathan Rumler is not fucking around and willing to be the most fearless voice in the world of film. The fact that he convinced a cast and crew to go along with his mad plan speaks volumes on the sheer creative energy that is on display in this movie.
A lot of 2020 has sucked so far and Amityville Vibrator has managed to make the world a brighter place.
It's a simple story of a girl who has dumper her premature ejaculating boyfriend, played by Nathan. She goes on a sex toy shopping spree with her friend and they come across a yard sale where she is gifted with a black vibrator.
But is so much more than vibrator.
With a running time of a tight 63 minutes and a magnificent soundtrack by bands that I must hunt down and listen to, Amityville Vibrator is more than just the movie we want.
It's the movie we deserve.