Many years ago, while a staff reviewer for a horror movie site called ZombieKeeper.com, I got a screener for a shot-on-video flick called Mr. Irish, about an Irish guy who decides to kill his wife. It was the most horrendous turd of a movie I've ever had the misfortune of viewing. I literally asked the site admin if it was a joke, if he'd just whipped up some quickie in his backyard to prank me with.
But no, it was a real movie, by an actual filmmaker, and apparently it was only one of many dozens of films this guy made. All of which, to my understanding, are every bit as awful as this one. I can't attest to that because this one film of his is all I had to see to know I don't want to see any more.
As a film reviewer, particularly when it comes to genre films, you learn to tell the difference between bad trash and good trash. This flick, though, is lower than bad trash. It's more of a "this thing has no reason to exist and the world is a lesser place because of it" type flick.