Bill Zebab is a well-known black metal figure. In addition to journalism and radio journalism, he is also engaged in the creation of documentaries about black metal, as well as the shooting of feature films, where the influence of his favorite black metal is felt in full. It is no secret that the ideology in black metal is more important than the music itself, and that this ideology was formed on the basis of anti-Christian, satanic and pagan sentiments.
Bill Zebab’s film Crucified proves that. The plot here is purely nominal, giving at first glance surrealism, but Zebab’s work has nothing to do with surrealism. After all, for surrealism, the play of images, contrasts, experiment, existential breakthrough into super-reality is important. Moreover, surrealism arose not without the influence of the First World War, which revealed the absurdity and accident in the seemingly rational development of the world. “Crucified” is much simpler, more primitive than any surrealist work, if only because it is addressed not to the subconscious, but to the consciousness of a potential viewer. Bill Zebab wants to convince the viewer of the reality of those satanic images and ideas that arose in his inflamed brain. He saturates his film with naked girls hanging on crosses, high-flown speeches made by some strange heroes who think they are gods and intend to create their own Bible. Satanists already have their own Bible written by Sandor LaVey, the founder of the Church of Satan. But Sandor LaVey was a philosopher, and his Satanism has nothing to do with the Christian concept of the world, and the Church of Satan does not believe in God or the devil, but believes in the development of man himself. Simply put, God is man himself, for God did not create man, but vice versa. Bill Zebab persistently instills the idea of certain gods, of the eternal struggle between Lucifer and Christ, and therefore abundantly saturates his amateur films with all sorts of blasphemy, hallucinations of an LSD drug addict, black metal, as well as complete contempt for cinematic form. Bill Zebab has no metaphors, no images, no symbols, no artistic philosophy. His film is a vile propaganda of an underground erotomaniac and devil-worshipper, crazy on the soil of black metal. Therefore, it is not surprising that his pseudo-philosophical nonsense, filmed by him, causes a friendly rejection of all who saw it. For example, in “Crucified” Bill Zebab sings some stupid songs behind the scenes, and also, like a hypnotist, broadcasts in a gravestone voice some nonsense about the gods who decide who was crucified in the Bible and who will be crucified now. Listening to all this without laughing is extremely difficult, but was this the reaction Zebab expected?
It’s a pity that the U.S. government didn’t put his firm, Bill Zebub Productions, on the list of destructive sects. By the way, do you know what the budget of this pseudo-thrash filmed from Zebab is in the house and in the nearby forests? $5,000. So make sure you see good things here.
2 out of 10