Brutaly gang raped in the ghetto

Ghetto, drugs and violent sex

This movie from Black Sun productions (not the music band) take place in an american ghetto. The director Sean Weather depict the brutal life with gang and rape.

A group of black men turn into junky a poor women to turn her into whore, men can be cruel… Beware this movie is really violent !

One of the real face of rape

The violence of this movie named “They all must die” can seem unreal… But sadly it’s an usual day in a ghetto… The plot turn in rape and revenge, the length is quite long more than one hour.
It depict a middle age woman, trying to study and work to have a better life. But a guy came to her place to seduce her… Wich she don’t like and ask him to see someone else.

She’s a white girl, wich is rare in this place, they always wanted to fuck a caucasian chick, and they want to do anything to do it. During all the first part of the movie they try to tease her, but nothing work… One night they decide to wait her in the corridor, and attack her.

They grap her in her appartement, and start to force her to take drugs (craks) and in this weaken state they abuse her…
In her bedroom they will gang rape her violently, like in porn movie, as she’s not able to resist…

The scene is really violent, the guys are young men, but they act like barbarians… But that the way of their life… Blood, violence and frustration. They even put object in her vagina…

At the end she will take revenge and kill them all… Wich is a good thing…

Rape porn review : Too much brutal

As I said I don’t like those kind of movie, but I hope this one could disgust some people… Rape fantasy and real rape is not the same thing… In porn it’s turn to be hot with really almost no violence and look fake… In reality it’s an horrific moment.

The acting is good, too much good… Personaly I had difficulty to watch it… I don’t know how could actors play it till the end… Keep it a fantasy !

“They All Must Die!”, horror of the ghetto life

“They All Must Die!” is a raw, no-budget underground extreme horror film directed by Sean Weathers under the Black Sun Productions banner (sometimes linked to Full Circle Filmworks). Running about 85 minutes, this 1998 shot-on-video production is often described as an urban, racially charged update of the classic rape-revenge exploitation template like I Spit on Your Grave. It was reportedly investigated by authorities due to its graphic nature and was banned in several places for over a decade before seeing a limited uncut release.

The story follows Wendy, a white woman who moves into a rough Brooklyn neighborhood (specifically Bed-Stuy) to research and write a book on the oppression of Black men in American society. Naive and idealistic, she quickly becomes a target for three local street thugs who hang out across the street, dealing drugs and embodying aggressive, stereotypical “gangsta” behavior. What begins as harassment escalates into a horrifying ordeal of abduction, repeated sexual assault, and prolonged torture. The attackers show no remorse, treating the violation as casual entertainment mixed with underlying racial resentment.

The second half shifts into pure revenge territory as the survivor channels her trauma into calculated, merciless payback. The film doesn’t shy away from the physical and psychological aftermath, delivering a grim, nihilistic tone where cycles of violence feel inevitable.

The violence as a warning for people

“They All Must Die!” is not for casual horror fans. It’s a relentlessly ugly, mean-spirited entry in the extreme horror underground that prioritizes graphic sexual violence and revenge over nuance or entertainment. If you’re a completionist for shock cinema or enjoy boundary-pushing exploitation like early Herschell Gordon Lewis or modern “torture porn” with a social edge, it might hold some perverse fascination as a time capsule of raw indie filmmaking. For everyone else, it’s best avoided—its depictions of sexual violence are prolonged, explicit, and designed to unsettle.

On a scale of 1-10, I’d give it a 4/10: two points for its audacious commitment to discomfort, two for its authentic seedy atmosphere, and the rest withheld for technical shortcomings and questionable taste. Approach with extreme caution, and only if you know exactly what you’re getting into. This is one where the warning label isn’t marketing hype—it’s a promise.