The Curse of Her Flesh

theironcupcake5.0

"Well done, Steve...""Jennings! I wondered if you had enough guts to face me. I've been waiting for this for a long, long time!""And I've been waiting too, Steve. Waiting ever since the day I saw you and my wife Claudia. Waiting to chop the ugly PENIS FROM YOUR BODY!"(Previous review here.)If ever I have the means to make a feature film, I hope I star in it so that I can stage a fight sequence with a machete and wear a disappearing/reappearing eyepatch just like Michael Findlay. He truly was out there living the dream.Something Weird Video recently sent out an email stating that their website downloads are now only $5.99 apiece, so I feel duty-bound to advertise their glorious wares. For over thirty years they've done the work of preserving films that so many other people would reject; this is a company that has gone the extra mile for you, the adoring public, and shouldn't we repay the favor? There always needs to be someone to appreciate the likes of Atomic War Bride, Diary of an Erotic Murderess, Hercules Against the Moon Men and Nudie Cuties Vol. 370: Nudie Watusi A Go-Go, so it might as well be you!"Something Weird lovingly restored The Curse of Her Flesh from the original 35mm perversion-packed negative, and seeing it in such crystal-clear condition just makes it all seem that much more obscene. Obviously, this is a must." (Frank Henenlotter, SWV synopsis)The Films of Michael Findlay: Ranked

Bob McCully3.5

Woah nelly, this is some unadulterated all-out sleaze. Smouldering black-and-white smutty sweat-stained euphoria and drawn-out hijinks. Emphasis on flesh, emphasis on wiping the drool off your brow. Michael Findlay was a dog with a chafing collar. As this is the 2nd entry from a trilogy of deranged sexploitation thrillers, I was a bit lost at sea. The shapes that I could make out though were tantalizing, campy, and occasionally inspired. A man with an eyepatch dispatching strippers and the friends he made along the way. That's what I surmised from this glorious 78 minutes of danger and nude dancing and grinding. Lots of grinding. There's an otherworldly finesse to it though that softens the rough edges, filling in the cracks of the inept and raw grubbiness of it all. As classical piano cascades in an eerie manner over the final stretches and a machete fight ensues, I started to feel like I was watching a silent era suspense-ride. Do I hear a train choo-chooing in the distance? Nope, just Michael Findlay chug-chugging on the low-brow spectacles for smear-driven cinema. I struggle to rate this one. Fascinating, honestly pretty damn sexy (those are some voluptuous vixens!), but also occasionally dull. Couldn't make up my mind whether I was hypnotized or... whatever the opposite is of velocitized. Probably would go down better in a theatre but I'd be afraid of whatever that smell was coming from the back row.

Jon Peters3.5

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