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What can be said about a movie that casually includes rape, dismemberment, the use of food intended for consumer consumption as a masturbatory aid—and, oh yeah, the massive spread of the Ebola virus by means of hamburgers made from infected human remains? Yep, Herman Yau’s 1996 The Ebola Syndrome is pretty good—I mean, if you like that sort of stuff. “That sort of stuff” is standard fare for movies deemed Category III by Hong Kong’s rating system, and as unlikely as it would seem, the film plays like a comedy much of the time—insofar as graphic autopsies and such can be amusing. But if your stomach (or conscience) is up to it, the reliable prevalence of bad taste is what makes Cat III movies so entertaining: Unlike, say, George Lucas, Yau never tries to convince you that what you’re seeing onscreen isn’t a giant, steaming turd. Except when it’s a big puddle of piss. Pass on the burgers when the Washington Psychotronic Film Society presents the film at 8 p.m. at Dr. Dremo’s Taphouse, 2001 Clarendon Blvd., Arlington. $2 (suggested donation). (202) 736-1732. (Chris Hagan)