We’re
entering a new age here at CHUD, with a refreshed stable of writers, a
re-energized concentration of efforts, and a focus on consistent,
knowledge-backed fun. To ring in this new era for the site we wanted to
bring you a truly special, truly memorable, truly incredible list that
characterizes what CHUD is about, and we think we’ve cooked up just the
thing.

BODILY FUNCTION JUNCTION
The 25 Grossest, Most Execrable Moments in Film.

We’re
here to explore the most depraved, flinch-worthy, vomit-inducing (or
vomit-involving) moments ever put to film. We’re not interested in
simple gore and viscera here… We’re looking for the
shittiest, pusiest, cummiest, pukeiest, piss-filled scenes in the
history of motion-pictures. Some will be huge, some will be small, but
they’ll all be gross. We’ve also put an unprecedented amount of effort
into pre-planning, scheduling, and dividing the effort for this list,
so expect it to hit you every one of the next 25 weekdays (with a
number of special surprises planned for the weekends!).

So
without further ado, grab your nearest complimentary airsick bag (or
maybe just a whole trashcan) and jump into CHUD’s newest list.

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DAY 2

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THE MOVIE?


Hostel (2005)

FYI, Spoilers

Eli Roth’s cautionary tale on a for real tourist trap featured a human slaughterhouse that was Disneyland for the truly fucked up.  It’s a spa that pampers its clients with the absolute finest in suffering of unwary travelers who only get to check out in small, smoldering and/or bloody little bits (unless they happen to have accounts in Zurich, Luxembourg and the Isle of Man). 

THE GROSS?


The socket juice that came out of the space where an eyeball used to be.

WHO DOES IT COMES OUT OF?

Kana, a comely Japanese backpacker who gets her faced turned into a 3D Picasso via this asshole:


WHERE DOES IT GO?

It’s a good bet this guy cleaned it up from a floor that had already seen way more than its share of various body sauces:

ANY CASUALTIES?

The film is littered with them…literally:

But in terms of the topic at hand, there was the aforementioned asshole, who had been waiting a week for something special.  50 grand worth of special in fact.  He wanted to go old school, but in the end, he got taken out American style.  Probably should have just stuck with the strip clubs and whore houses he was used to. 

Then there’s Kana’s comeliness:

And finally, Kana herself:

HOW GROSS IS IT:

It’s the cringeworthy icing on a carnage cake.  It’s also an unexpected bonus in a truly disturbing scene where you squirm just at the thought of having to cut out somebody’s dangling oculus.  Sayonara, Kana.

Today’s installment was written by David Oliver.