The plot of Jeffrey Dollmer is as luridly campy as the title suggests: the infamous serial killer fused his spirit with a doll before going to prison and a few decades later, it’s thrown out of a police evidence morgue and revived when a dumpster diver bleeds on it. In short order, the pint-sized psychopath sneaks his way into a modeling shoot where everyone is too involved with ambition and cattiness to know they have a murderous toy in their ranks. Cue a sizable body count and plenty of dishy dialogue.

So what does a devoted filmmaker and walking encyclopedia of horror/exploitation cinema like Mark Savage do when confronted with this kind of gig? He gets into the spirit of it.