If ever there was a reason for me to not want to visit Belgium for the rest of eternity, it’s a movie like Lucker The Necrophagous, a no-budget, gross-out, grey market splatterfest made by a seemingly disturbed 25-year-old film student named Johan Vandewoestijne.
Our trifle little excuse for a motion picture begins with serial killer/rapist John Lucker (Nick Van Suyt) heavily sedated in a sparsely-employed private clinic, having been confined there after his capture by the police. Before his incarceration, Lucker managed to murder eight women and had his way with their corpses — quite the charmer (that’s real presidential nominee material right there).
Breaking away from his restraints, Lucker quickly finds himself killing again and is soon on the loose in the city, where a local prostitute makes the mistake of taking him back to her apartment. After securing her to her bed, Lucker slaughters the poor girl and then 
sits idly aside for four weeks watching her body decompose. And then, it happens, the moment that should place Vandewoestijne’s name on the no-fly list of every civilized country — the infamous scene of necrophilia that made Lucker The Necrophagous a hit with gorehounds worldwide (amusingly enough, Vandewoestijne’s "director’s cut" proves his mathematical genius is equal to his moviemaking abilities when the newly placed caption following the prostitute’s demise reads “Four Weeks Later” while her friends mention that they haven’t seen the girl in at least one week)!
Even without that repulsive segment, Lucker The Necrophagous is still a bad movie, with the acting, dubbing, special effects, music, lighting, cinematography -- you name it! — amateur at best and the story is completely non-existent. Put simply, Lucker is an abomination in every sense of the word (the producer of this monstrosity destroyed every copy of the film he could get his hands on — a feat that obviously wasn’t entirely successful but still should have been enough to award the man sainthood).
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