“Sit down, bitch! You die tonight.” As Montag the Magnificent performs his Grand Guingol stage show, it is difficult to tell where the true illusion lies. For one thing, the girls that Montag slices, dismembers and immolates on stage (a plentiful pool of which are provided courtesy of the Suicide Girls) appear moments later, unharmed. But the next day, they’re discovered dead of similar wounds inflicted onstage. Enter Edmund Bigelow, writer/editor/publisher of an underground ‘zine. Bigleow becomes our Phillip Marlowe-like protagonist, as he investigates a sundry group of characters to find Montag’s secret, losing his relationships and mind in the process. Saying true to the premise of Herschell Gordon Lewis’ 1970 classic, with the introduction of a neo-noir element, director Jeremy Kasten re-imagines The Wizard of Gore as part detective story, part hallucinatory fever dream. Boobs and blood aplenty awash the screen as an impressive cast, including Kip Pardue, Bijou Phillips, Brad Dourif, Jeffrey Combs and Crispin Glover as Montag, keep every scene bristling with intensity. “Did you feel something? …Anything?”