Madeleine (Christina Lindberg) is mute since being raped as a child. One day, she leaves the family farm and follows a man who seemingly can’t stop talking to the city. As you might’ve guessed, it doesn’t end well. The man, Tony (Heinz Hopf), is a pimp who forces Madeleine into prostitution and heroin addiction. After at first refusing, Madeleine soon has her mind changed by a scalpel to the eye. Despite the steady heroin supply, Madeleine doesn’t very much like prostitution, and sets out to get her revenge on Tony and the tricks.
Posts Tagged ‘1970s’
I Spit on Your Grave (1978)
In 1974, Meir Zarchi and his eight-year-old daughter were driving to a park when they saw a woman crawl naked out of the bushes. The woman had been raped by two men and Zarchi helped her to the police, where they had the misfortune of running into a singularly unhelpful police officer. It was this episode that inspired Zarchi to write and direct Day of the Woman. While the very fact that Zarchi chose to make a B-movie about rape is exploitative, in its first release, Day of the Woman wasn’t marketed as exploitation and didn’t create much controversy, but went mostly unnoticed. However, the film was re-released in 1980 as I Spit on Your Grave and sold on its, not insubstantial, exploitation trappings.
Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975)
You can’t expect to wield supreme executive power just ’cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!
Probably the most quotable comedy of all time, and definitely one of the top three funniest. Like all Python films it’s a bit front-heavy — most of the most memorable bits are in the first third of the film — but it holds together surprisingly well for a film that’s basically a series of sketches with only minimal amounts of plot stringing them together. The Pythons at the height of their powers were funnier than just about anything before or after. There’s a kind of effortless whimsy and freedom to the structure of Holy Grail that is very attractive, and that no-one, not even the Pythons themselves, has ever really managed to duplicate.
Greta – Haus Ohne Männer (1977)
Directed by Jess Franco.
Written by Erwin C. Dietrich, Jesus Franco.
More exploitation sleaze from the master of the genre. Like all the other films in the series, there’s plenty of flesh on display and plenty of disgusting torture scenes. And like all Franco films, you get the feeling that there’s an interesting “normal” film somewhere underneath all the sleaze (Lina Romay’s character in particular is interesting, and could have been better developed), but it never reaches the surface. Recommended for fans of the genre; the uninitiated are better off staying away.





Downtown – Die nackten Puppen der Unterwelt (1975)
Downtown stars Jess Franco himself as Al Pereira, a down-trodden, debt-ridden private eye. One day a dame enters his office and, stop me if you’ve heard this one before, offers him a job he can’t refuse. The dame (Lina Romay) claims she’s the wife of a local mobster and wants Pereira to get photos of him (the mobster, not Franco) cheating on her. As you might already have guessed, things don’t go quite as planned, and Pereira gets entangled in the con Lina Romay’s character, Cynthia, has got going with her girlfriend, Lola (Martine Stedil). As you do.
Morgane et ses nymphes
Also known as Girl Slaves of Morgana le Fay (Bruno Gantillo, 1971).
The 70s: drugs, disco, and lesbian horror. Morgane et ses nymphes is one of the better examples of the latter — atmospheric and sensual, if, as is typical for the genre, a bit slow. There’s a lot of skin on display, and lots of, fairly tame, lesbian sex. Like the best lez horror films, Morgane relies more on a dreamlike mise-en-scène than on cheap thrills, and is better for it. The acting is highly variable, but Alfred Baillou plays the dwarf Gurth with great pathos and Dominique Delpierre is commanding as Morgane.
Endings often disappoint me in lez horror, but Morgane gets it right. Definitely watchable.





Frauengefängnis
Also known as Barbed Wire Dolls. (Jess Franco, 1975.)
Good grief, Franco’s made a lot of crap. This one stars his muse, Lina Romay, as Maria, who is falsely imprisoned for murdering her father, after which the standard Franco women-in-prison stuff ensues — lots of nudity, torture, and piss poor dialogue. I often say that a lot of Franco’s films feel like they were written by accountants on mescaline, and Barbed Wire Dolls is no exception. Unfortunately, outside the sadistic torture porn, it doesn’t really have much to offer. I like Franco better when he manages to channel his sexual obsessions, amphetamine-fuelled nihilism, and technical ineptitude (though the latter might be a put-on. The man did work with Orson Welles) into inspired, speedy surrealism like Vampyros Lesbos (1971). So, no recommendation for Barbed Wire Dolls, except for the Franco and/or women-in-prison completists.




