An egotistical horror film director is casting for his new movie and invites Meadow (if that’s her real name) over to his house for further “screen testing.” Sounds on the up and up to me, too.
Levi the “director” is so greasy you wanna keep a moist towelette on standby while watching him try and seduce this seemingly innocent “actress.” But a conk on the head with a lead pipe kills the mood. He regains consciousness to find himself constrained in the very same vise used in his last torture porn movie.
Meadow invites her Russian girlfriend over, another actress who failed to pass Levi’s “audition.” Sliced arm, stapled wounds, bacon frying pan bonk on the head, tic-tac-toe games played on his torso with knives, a cucumber jammed down his throat, (though a carrot would’ve been easier to fit in there).
Then they discover Levi’s stash of “audition” tapes, with him sexually abusing dozens of girls. Uh, oh. Meadow severs his finger, puts it in a blender and makes a hand slushee. (I thought she was gonna make him drink it, but she just poured it on his shirt. Up to that point is was a really nice shirt.)
More torture, more begging, a little vomit, a lot of blood. Eighty of Call Back’s (2009) 90-minutes is nothing but Levi getting the sharp end of the stick. Meadow may not make it as an actress, but she definitely has a career in blender sales.
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