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A mad journey into the mind of the depraved!

A mad journey into the mind of the depraved!
Recommended for devolved primates only!

Monday, February 8, 2016


 This starts out like a documentary about Bourbon Street in New Orleans, then it becomes a monster movie about some hairy dude(or "The Swamp Thing" as he's called, portrayed amazingly by rockabilly singer Sleepy LaBeef) grabbing people out of boats in the swamp and killing their asses. This happens all before we even get to the title card! After that it transforms itself into a nudie-cutie flick about a strip-club holding auditions and the owner of the club, allegedly played by director Ron Ormond?, who here looks like he's channeling Tony Clifton, gets the idea to go catch the monster and charge people to gawk at him. That part reminded me of KING KONG and just like with KONG our monster naturally gets loose and starts wreaking havok. The best, surprisingly-gory-for-1968, example of this is a dude getting his arm ripped right off and beaten to death with his own dismembered appendage. Sprinkle in a  little mobster action with a disgusting scene of a guy being forced to drink from a tobacco-chew spit-filled spitoon while he's being roughed up, catfights, a goofball French painter, a head crushing, a boob ripped off and some other blood and guts which may remind you of an old HG Lewis opus and this one is a good time for schlock-lovers(If you can get past the one old-lady burlesque dancer, played my Mrs. Ormond, that is).
 Ormond would go on to direct more weirdness but all of his later films have a strong religious/Jesus-y slant to them.
 The "evil" stripper in this, Titania, looks like an early prototype for John Waters' Divine character.

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