When the scripted dialogue is more tortuous than the torture, watch out. Devoid of sense and sensuality, DD 14 self-destructs in a bargain-basement attempt at cult-inspired melodrama, much like an old Bela Lugosi flick.

Ariana whips a few acolytes into submission, Anna Malle is tied to a cross while a surgical clamp is applied to her tongue, and Asia Carrera spins around in a giant bird cage. This is John Waters territory.