I had no idea what to expect out of Rapturious, the latest film by former Jerky boy Kamal Ahmed. It opens with a sequence set in the old west, where an outlaw murderer Dead-Eye Pete (creepily played by Jim Fletcher) is in jail awaiting his ultimate execution for crimes of unspeakable brutality. Dead-Eye spits on his preacher, curses his captors, and relishes in his love for killin’ folks - he doesn’t care if he lives or dies. The segment closes with his hanging to the death, as he has visions of strange Indians. Next, we are over one hundred years ahead and in New York City, where we meet Rapturious (Robert Oppel), an up and coming white rapper on his way to the big time. He is also a chronic drug user, and is given a bag of mystery dope by his favorite dealer. After taking a few snorts, he is transported to a nightmare where he is involved in some gruesome activities, and demons are lurking around. Rapturious soon becomes frightened, yet addicted to this drug, and it is hard to tell what is real and what is a hallucination. His manager Sid (Horror Queen Debbie Rochon, who is very underused) and Lawyer (Alex Corrado) try to get a grip on Rapturious, who they seem to consider more of an investment than talent - but to no avail; our hero will have to go through the bowels of hell before he gets out of this one.

By now, some of you probably know I don’t like gore without a purpose. I guess in saying that, I mean that there is plenty of blood and guts for you lovers of gore. During one of the nightmare sequences, we have Debbie Rochon slurping on her own intestines while naked, and soon Rapturious joins in for a gut filled love-fest – it took all of my energy to stop myself from turning it off. It seems I don’t like my sex mixed with a side of intestines; sorry, I guess that’s just me.

This film was beautifully photographed and well acted, but none of that helps the overreaching and convoluted story of the old west, demons and a rapper who is supposed to be talented. I guess I am a little old school when it comes to rap; I like the thought provoking stuff – Public Enemy, Disposable Heroes of Hiphopracy, Outkast. There was nothing to convince me this guy was actually talented, his rapping was predictable and overkill on the rhyming. And the whole rapper being a reincarnation of a killer from the old west made absolutely no sense; I was more interested in Dead-Eye Pete than Rapturious himself.