Director: Rob Rotten
Cast: Seth Dickens, Jamie Elle, Rob Rotten, Roxy Deville, Jack Vegas, Eric Swiss, Ruby Knox, Daisy Tanks
por·nog·ra·phy (pôr-nŏg’rə-fē) noun
1 : the depiction of erotic behavior (as in pictures or writing) intended to cause sexual excitement 2 : material (as books or a photograph) that depicts erotic behavior and is intended to cause sexual excitement 3 : the depiction of acts in a sensational manner so as to arouse a quick intense emotional reaction
“Horror Porn”… the term is pretty redundant. It’s almost as if Merriam and Webster were watching Friday the 13th in their pajamas, with all of the lights off when they thought of the third definition of “pornography”. The two genres are brothers in offense and have been thrown together by the Christian Right and others as contributing to the downfall of civilization (and panties). They claim what violence and sex in cinema warp the minds of our young and lead them down a path of fucking and killing. I disagree, it’s pussy that leads one down a path of fucking and killing (Don’t give me that look. It’s a joke, dammit).
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– Review by Greg Baty of The Playground Movie Reviews.
Clive Barker is one of, if not THE most imaginatively disturbing and creatively gruesome authors of our time. His stories of the grotesque transcend what our minds can fathom or would want to. He combines myth with modern day splatter, violence with pleasure, and the repulsive with the beautiful. “The Books of Blood” is a masterpiece of horror that is a prime example of the way his mind works. Volume 1 includes a story that, just by the name alone, conjures visions of sinew, blood and viscera. That story is “Midnight Meat Train”. Director Ryuhei Kitamura (Azumi, Versus) and screenplay writer Jeff Buhler are now charged with the unholy task of bringing this grisly horror to the big screen.
Published by Greg September 27th, 2008
in MOVIE REVIEWS (ALL) and Movie Reviews 90's.
“WARNING: EXTREME EROTIC HORROR!!” boasts the cover of this Polish sleaze-filled, zero budget, giallo/slasher curiosity. Someone like me (and most of my readers) who is always looking for something different, entertaining and challenging, how could I not pick this up right away? Well, mostly due to my unfamiliarity with it. I have been seeing it, as well as its subsequent sequels, on different genre DVD websites for a couple of years but never pulled the trigger until now. The cover looks as lurid and boundary pushing as anything I have ever seen. And after reading the synopsis, I just had to see it.
Published by Greg September 22nd, 2008
in MOVIE REVIEWS (ALL) and Movie Reviews 70's.
Following the success of Wes Craven’s Last House on the Left, film makers jumped on the bandwagon and tried their hand at filming the sadistic and violent sexual abuse of women. Americans released the mean-spirited I Spit on Your Grave and those sleazy Italians got involved with classics like Night Train Murders and Thriller: A Cruel Picture (aka They Call Her One-Eye). While some enjoyed varying degrees of success, others were forgotten shortly after their release only to be resurrected 30 years later on Region 1 DVD by Severin Films.
Published by Greg September 1st, 2008
in MOVIE REVIEWS (ALL) and Movie Reviews 70's.
Criminal psychologist, Dr. Herbert Lyutak is a violent sexual deviant who has been killing young women and is now under suspicion by the authorities. His gorgeous wife begins to also suspect something when she finds a bloody dress in his hiding spot in their home. Herbert is tortured by his “illness” so much so that it has rendered him impotent. But his wife loves him so much that she wants only for him to “love her” and do with her whatever he wants (including playing rough). But he will not let himself harm the woman he loves. In fact, he wants to divorce her to keep her safe but she will not allow it. She begs him to stay and act out his aggressions on her.
Published by Greg August 24th, 2008
in Horror BOOKS.
What if the police broke down the door of every “mom ‘n pop” video store in your town and arrested and fined the owner for selling and/or renting out horror DVDs? What if they marched into YOUR home, confiscated your exploitation movie collection and put you in jail? It would be unthinkable, like something out of a… well, movie. But it did happen. The place and time was England in the ’80s during Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher’s reign of censorship and oppression. It was a time that spawned anger, political and social upheaval, punk music, and the video nasties. The violent and sexual nature in these “nasty” films were said to be harmful to the children and was blamed for the rise in violent crimes perpetrated by young people.
Book review by Greg Baty
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Kai (Wong) is in the midst of fucking his boss’s wife when he is interrupted by said boss and promptly reprimanded… or humiliated, whatever… tomayto, tomahto. Anywho, this enrages Kai and he kills everyone in sight and if they have a vagina, he rapes them. 10 years later, he has escaped the Hong Kong authorities and is now living in Johannesburg, South Africa which, oddly, has a “China Town”. He works for a restaurant owner and his cunty wife who take advantage of their knowledge of his “situation” by underpaying him and generally mistreating him.
A truck load of military criminals during WWII are being hauled off to their Court Marshall when the convoy is attacked by the Nazis. Most of the lot are killed but five escape and quickly make a tenuous pact to help get each other safely to the Swiss border. Along the way they have to fight their way through German roadblocks, dodge air attacks and basically blow shit up. During one of the shootouts with the Germans, the “Filthy Five”, as I have dubbed them, team up (again tenuously) with a Nazi soldier who has deserted his troops.
During his wedding to the village leader’s daughter, Kohar’s wife-to-be starts to hallucinate that he is a corpse and that snakes are all around her. Kohar decides that this is the work of black magic and his ex, Murni, must be the culprit. He gathers a mob to hunt her down and kill her for practicing the dark art and for bringing demons to the village. They find her and throw her off of a cliff but unknown to them she is caught (in mid-air) by a witch doctor who is actually the one cursing the town.
While seeking revenge on a ninja Yakuza (that’s right, ninja fucking Yakuza) boss’ son for killing her brother, Ami is captured and tortured. During the abuse, her left arm is cut off just below the elbow. She escapes before they get a chance to kill her and takes refuge with a family of a boy who was also killed by the same people. Ami forms a bond with the boy’s mother over the loss of their loved ones and vow revenge on the sadistic crime family.
A pregnant woman named Sarah and her husband are in a horrible car accident in which he dies. A few months later she is released from the hospital just days before her baby is due. Amidst social and political upheaval, she is left by herself to continue grieving and plan for her new life with her child. That night she is alone at home, thinking of her beloved husband, when there is a knock at the door. An unknown woman wants to come in and use the phone because her car has broken down… or has it? She soon reveals that she knows Sarah’s name and that her husband is dead and she wants in the house. But why?
I like to think that I’m a pretty astute movie watcher. Even the most convoluted plots tend to make sense if you watch them intently enough. That is not the case when a movie is just plain shitty. When the story is secondary to say, gore, you had better ba-ring it (imagine me saying that with my pointer finger waving around and my neck making a circle with my head)!
Sometimes when you watch the kind of movies that you and I watch, you may get a little jaded. A little numb. You grow a little cold to all of the sex, violence and gore thrust on you by the seemingly never-ending lot of new Fulci and Miike wanna-bes. It’s OK, it comes with the territory. But sometimes – not often enough – but sometimes a movie and a filmmaker comes along that jars you out of your coma of depravity. Frontière(s) is that movie and Xavier Gens is that writer/director.
A defrocked priest (a completely creepy Jess Franco) is kicked out of the church for being too “harsh” and sent to a mental institution. Shortly after his release, he starts work for a sex magazine writing articles about sadistic sex which he claims to be true stories from his real life. He learns that his co-worker Anna (Lina Romay) stages sexy fake torture and black mass shows with her sexy friend Martine and others for the depraved rich upper-crust.
Oh, boy… if you are a fan of the smutty movies I review you are in for a treat with Schoolgirl Report. I haven’t seen the others in the series (I will remedy that soon) but if they are anything like this one, every exploitation fan should own them. The “teenage” sex, nudity, kink, depravity and perversion shown in this psuedo-documentary is astounding. No, it’s not “hardcore” porn. There is no penetration.
