Film

The Defiler

Name: The Defiler
Genre: Action, Science Fiction, Thriller, Horror
Released: 2016
Cast: Diana Ball, Sara Koiranen, Jonna-Stina Waurio, Simo Ruotsalainen, Jessica Koivistolainen

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A feral 24-minute Finnish splatter-punk assault that worships '80s action trash and Italian B-movies. *The Defiler* is furious, anarchic, deliberately trashy cinema—all synth screams, arterial spray, and pure id. It's for people who find beauty in exploitation cinema's rough edges and want their revenge stories drenched in hot sauce and neon.

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