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Orgy of the Dead

Description

Orgy of the Dead is an unrated 1965 film directed by Stephen C. Apostolof under the alias A. C. Stephen. The screenplay was adapted by cult film director Edward D. Wood, Jr from his own novel. It is a combination of horror and erotica, and is something of a transition for Wood, who began as a horror writer and later began writing pornography.

Reviews

 

Naughty naughty!!!!!

If you are the one that is always afraid, offended, or hate horror and/or smut, then stay far away from this one!!!!! Despite its age, you still have to follow my rules, okay!!!!! But, however, since I am of age to enjoy such stuff, I'll maybe allow it for this review.

This movie is great because it didn't make it to MST3K due to its subject matter (it would likely have to be totally censored to allow it). It was still cheesy like that "Monster a-Go Go," however. The movie has everything movies have - action, comedy, smut, horror - all smashed together into one heaping load of fun!!!!!

Now I'll have to apologize for seeing this movie! And you'll have to, too, after seeing this and voting a "10" for it!!!!! Great fun!

prepare to be amazed.

Warning: Spoilers

Good God. The first thing i could possibly say about this movie is that the acting is absolutely impeccable. Not since Saw 2 have i seen such amazing skills. All jokes aside, this movie is only fun if you watch in fast forward. The "fluff dancer"'s weird chest action is enough to make you pee your pants laughing. If i hadn't had a remote with fast forward, i probably would have killed for that hour of my life back.

All in all, "Orgy of the Dead" was like a Dracula version of the nutcracker. There were huge parallels between the line up of ethnically organized dances to the dessert dances in NC. Although there were no giant rats or Christmas trees, there was a zombie and wolf man to make up for it! The zombie was even funnier than the fluff dancer. Obviously, the "actor" who did the voice just mailed in a tape or something because ever time he spoke, there would be all this weird fuzz that can only be attained from a crappy recording.

If you rent this, just try to enjoy it. It takes effort, but in the end, it is so worth it.

About a dozen naked, dancing, dead ladies in a graveyard! Can this be for real?

Even though it is listed here as a 1980 movie, it seems much in the style of the 1960s. The dialog is terrible, and the plot is barely there. Also barely there are the thong-style bikini bottoms worn by the topless dead dancing women! By the fading light of the full moon, they strip and strut for the "Ruler of the Dark", (his side-kick is great, probably the best dressed/best actress in this movie) allegedly as punishment for their immoral ways in life. It was also an ironic touch to catch and tie up the couple who were watching all this (it could happen to you!) Overall, a gratuitous skinflick, with a whole lotta shakin' goin' on, and some pretty good thematic music, but a no-brainer beyond that. At least it's an attempt to bring erotica and horror together...

Shocking

Without question one of the most inane films I have ever seen. No horror, no sex, no point except (maybe) to provide employment for Criswell and some strippers... Criswell surpasses himself; he seems high on the awfulness surrounding him. Screenplay by Ed Wood, based on his novel of the same name ("Orgy of the Dead").

Boobs

Who wouldn't like this movie? It has chicks dancing around and shaking their boobies, 90 minutes of it!

Bless these women for making men happy. Yes, we're pigs, we're inconsiderate, we're idiots, but we love women! More boobs! That would be the title if I had named this picture.... "Boobs". Then the sequel would be called "Boobs 2: More Boobs".

Written by Edward Wood (the same), adapted from his novel.... his 'novel'? There was a novel? Maybe they meant 'navel'. The script does resemble belly-button lint.

Night of the dancing naked babes

Warning: Spoilers

Horror novelist Bob (the hopelessly wooden William Bates) and his girlfriend Shirley (voluptuous knockout Pat Barrington, who does delectable double D duty as the gold girl) are searching for a cemetery that will serve as inspiration for Bob's latest story. The couple stumble across the pernicious Emperor of the Night (a gloriously fey and histrionic portrayal by Criswell) and his equally nefarious cohort the Black Ghoul (cute Vampira clone Fawn Silver), who force the pair to watch a variety of doomed distaff souls who bump and grind nude in front of them.

Director Stephen C. Apostof certainly delivers on the tasty T&A while also treating the absurd premise with a certain endearingly clunky sincerity. Edward G. Wood Jr.'s ridiculous script boasts a wealth of hilariously overripe dialogue (all-time favorite line: "Torture! Torture! It pleasures me!"). The slight story and plodding pace further add to this film's singularly screwball charm. The ten dances contained herein range from the extremely silly -- the Native American fire dance complete with war chants on the soundtrack has to be seen in order to be (dis)believed -- to the genuinely sexy, with redhead Coleen O'Brien's street walker routine and Nadejda Klein's sultry slave girl number rating as definite sizzling highlights. The fog-shrouded graveyard set provides an appropriately goofy ooga-booga atmosphere. A crummy mummy and dimestore werewolf supply groan-inducing comic relief. Robert Caramico's vibrant color cinematography astutely captures all the eye-popping naughty sights. Jaime Mendoza-Nava's groovy score hits the right-on swinging spot. A total kitschy hoot.

Hey! Curfew At Dawn!

If you are an admirer of Edward D. Wood, Jr. prepare or better yet, brace yourself, yet again.

While Ed did not direct this spook-fest, he did write the screenplay (so to speak) based on a novel which he also penned for general release, primarily at fine bookstores which also carried magazines like 'Dude', 'Rogue', 'Nugget' and 'Gent.' For 'ORGY OF THE DEAD' is not so much a horror movie but a beyond the grave burlesque show featuring a bevy of beauties summoned by that master seer himself, Criswell. Look deep into Criz's eyes as he reads from his cue cards and glances up at the camera lens every so often. For this role, Criswell's cape was originally worn by Bela Lugosi as 'Dracula' in 'ABBOTT & COSTELLO MEET FRANKENSTEIN'. The only humor available in this cemetery plot, though, are between the Wolfman(Rod Lindeman)and the Mummy(Louis Ojena), reminiscent of 'PLAN 9 FROM OUTER SPACE's wise-cracking cops, Paul Marco and Conrad Brooks.

A.C. Stephen(Stephen C. Apostolof) directs this flick, with an affectionate nod to the screenwriter. The opening scene takes place in broad daylight with a 1965 Corvair convertible taking in some mountainous curves until the next turn when, in true Ed Wood time management fashion, it suddenly becomes night and then day again along the same mountain pass.

The driver(William Bates)delivers his lines to his girlfriend passenger(Pat Barrington)as if he's narrating a documentary on how "Unsafe At Any Speed" the Chevrolet Corvair is. Kudos to Ralph Nader because, wouldn't you know it, this Corvair crashes, too. Pat Barrington (sometimes billed as Barringer) plays a double role here as 'Shirley' and 'The Gold Girl'. (Criswell goes over the top here as he memorably intones "More Gold, More Gold!"). Miss Barringer would soon play lead in 'THE AGONY OF LOVE'. When Criswell starts drooling in 'Shirley's direction, she lets go with a "blood-curdling" scream(not once mind you, but twice)sounding as anemic as the budget for an Edward D. Wood, Jr. production. Actually, Pat Barringer's 'talents' were displayed to best advantage in Russ Meyer's classic 'MONDO TOPLESS.' Go, Pat, Go!

This brings us to the real reason to view 'ORGY OF THE DEAD.' In spite of Criswell's rants from his coffin about "Monsters to be pitied, Monsters to be despised," the real show is provided by the likes of 'Texas Starr', 'Bunny Glaser','Rene de Beau' and more grind house marquee starlets. Professional exotic dancers with their own bizarre themes set to music perform for Criswell's pleasure in Astra Vision and Sexicolor, no less.

The music sounds like a cocktail lounge blend between Martin Denny and Les Baxter. Actually, the score is provided by Jaime Mendoza Nava, conducting The Chilean Symphony Orchestra(really!). These cryptic chicks dance and bounce topless(no pasties,thankfully) with panties or a G-string. "The Bride" who frugs and jerks to her husband's skeleton and the "Cat Woman" are highlights, but hey, these haunted honeys are all Screaming Mimis even if they don't make a sound and don't always dance in sync to the music, as if that really matters.

So don't be surprised afterward if you find yourself baying at the moon at full port. You Have Been Warned!

Torture! Torture! It pleasures me! (not)

ORGY OF THE DEAD is one of the worst nudie films ever made! Then again, since I think most nudie films are horrible (excepting Russ Meyer's), that's not saying much. ORGY OF THE DEAD reaches new heights of boredom in a supposedly erotic experience. While DEADLY WEAPONS was unerotic because of its bizarre star (Chesty Morgan) and GOOD GIRLS OF GODIVA HIGH was unerotic because of its open-heart surgery filming of hardcore sex, ORGY OF THE DEAD is unerotic because it is never exciting and never holds the viewer's attention long enough.

Criswell is the Master of the Dead, who sends a mummy and a werewolf to capture two lovers so they can witness "the tortures of the damned", in actuality some absolutely WRETCHED strip tease acts that do nothing but disgust and cause yawns. Fawn Silver tries to take Vampira's place, but is nice to look at and her bad acting is appreciated and keeps things interesting for a while, same with Criswell. Pat Barrington is great-looking at Shirley, the heroine, and is even better-looking when stripping as the Gold Girl, who is dipped in gold by her slave boys. There aren't other strip acts worth mentioning, the only good thing about them being the great musical score that accompanies them.

ORGY OF THE DEAD is recommended to insomniacs only because it will guaranteed put you to sleep. The dialogue (what little there is) is great, as it is written by Ed Wood, and I love the fake sets, the music, and the main cast mentioned above, but above all else, ORGY OF THE DEAD is drop-dead boring, which is sad coming from the director of softcore classics such as CLASS REUNION and SNOW BUNNIES.

Worth sitting through to see how this man's mind think

Ed Wood Jr. is the master of schlock...there is probably only 15 minutes of dialouge in the whole movie, but the lines are masterpieces, And if you like watching for mistakes, then you will be in heaven. Most noticeable is the banter between the wolfman and the mummy.

Strippers dance in a cemetery under a Full Moon

A couple driving through the desert at night crash their car and end up in a cemetery. This appears to be inhabited by Criswell, Lord of the Dead, or something, his sexy sidekick Ghoulita, a couple of muscular men and ten sexy young women. Apparently these women are all dead, and for Criswell's pleasure, by the light of the Full Moon, each one performs a sexy dance accompanied by some pretty cool jazz, completely naked bar panties/G-strings. There is also a pair of hilarious "fiends", a wolfman and an ancient Egyptian mummy. Scripted by legendary Ed Wood there are many wonderfully laughable lines, plot wise it is incredibly thin. Reality is that Orgy is a soft skin flick, an excuse to show ten attractive women jiggle their boobs (number 10, who died for feathers, furs and fluff, played by Rene de Beau, was my favourite - in fact I rewound the tape for a second performance!). There is plenty of swirling mist, skeletons and graves for us horror fans. The car scene made me laugh, shots of the car driving were obviously filmed in daylight yet close ups show a pitch black sky, and this keeps alternating every few seconds. A taste of what is to come! Orgy is bad. Very bad to be honest. Also some of the dancing, which takes up the bulk of the running time, can get a little boring. But at the same time I found the film to be a hoot, I was still laughing about it the next day. So many modern films are instantly forgettable. Rightly or wrongly, Orgy certainly isn't. A classic example of so bad it's good in my opinion. Very pleased that I bought this on VHS. I will finish my review with one of Criswell's lines - ""Torture, torture. It pleasures me!"