I’m not certain how I heard of Someone’s Knocking at the Door and I’m quite sure I never put it at number one in my Netflix queue.  Strange then, that it showed up at my door just the other day in a timely fashion for me to review it for this column before heading off to Comic-Con. SKATD is a strange, strange, strange film. Not for the weak of heart or of stomach, the film is drug fueled and based around the premise, kinda, of a pair of sexual partner killers who murder by using their genitals.  Yes, the film is about being raped to death. How is one raped to death, you might be asking?  Apparently the answer revolved around having a vagina capable of swallowing a human head or a dong the size of my leg. As you might now be thinking, I must warn you: this review is graphic.