A low-budget horror anthology with segments both ghastly and moronic, “V/H/S” continues the found-footage craze with five shorts — all, unsurprisingly, directed by men — emerging from a primary story about a hoard of videotapes discovered in a dead man’s house.

Populated by drunks, louts and grade-A molesters, this compendium of creepitude embraces (and sometimes simulates) the idiosyncrasies of analog recording with varying degrees of skill and creativity. Only two sections transcend the gimmicky experimental premise: a succubus-themed blood bath from the talented David Bruckner (whose contribution to “The Signal” was equally potent), and Joe Swanberg’s Skype-centered tale of twisted romance, invaluably anchored by a sweetly vulnerable performance from Helen Rogers.

Depressingly dominated by adolescent-male fantasies — like peeping, groping and talking endlessly about same — “V/H/S” can be, at least for women, a chore to listen to and a torment to watch. Tops are yanked up and lace panties violated in displays of braying masculinity that have always been a genre staple. But when experienced in stories crammed side by side, the crass similarities among these randy videocam obsessives make it a relief when most of them finally meet satisfyingly bloody ends.

“V/H/S” is rated R (Under 17 requires accompanying parent or adult guardian). Mangled genitals, a mutilated colon and horribly crusty feet.