Sex and violence. Paraphrasing Homer Simpson (regarding his favorite vice, alcohol), they are the reason for, and the cure to, all the problems in the world. We adore a bit of the old in-out, and in keeping with the Clockwork Orange mantras, we also enjoy a bit of the old ultra-v as well (Ludwig Van, on the other hand, is a bit more of an acquired taste). Mediums which concentrate on such significant social pariahs either disappear under a mountain of moralizing, or soar to the top of the charts on waves of wanton excess. So something like Lucky Bastard should be a bit of a home run, right? It’s basically the story of a serial killer running wild on an online porn site. There’s only one thing that keeps it from being a brazen b-movie masterwork and it’s an idea with a shelf life that’s long since expired.