By the early ’90s, the original 1978 mondo movie Faces of Death was enjoying its second go-round as a cult phenomenon, thanks to the proliferation of home video. I likely watched one of the regurgitated “sequels” or compilations making the rounds at the time, and even though I might’ve just plucked it off the Blockbuster shelf (memories: hazy!), it felt transgressive to be watching its odious melange of archival footage of real-life deaths and phony, staged murders being passed off