Lovesusti The Worst Film Ever

Yash Wade Close shines in drama with strong language, adult themes.

Portia Hilton Blistering performances.

Married Baby Just intense enough to provide a much-needed diversion, just lightweight enough to make you forget about it soon after it’s over. It’s not exactly “good,” per se, but it does what it sets out to do in terms of putting us on edge, which makes it … successful?

desert_dilbert So...do you want to see some nudity? Watch this movie. Also watch the deleted scenes in the extras. Spoiler Alert! 3 guesses as to what i'm gonna say and the first 2 don't count. There is no other reason to watch this movie. It's a vehicle to see desperate moms bare all. (All the nude women are obviously moms. Every one. A cavalcade.) Having said that, it's some good nudity, thus the rating. There is no thrill or suspense. I was never frightened or horrified. I could care less who the killer was. This movie could have been nothing but nudes doing nudish stuff and it would have given me exactly the same level of satisfaction. The beheading scene was almost laughable, except that a high school drama club could've done better special effects, so it was just cinematically sad. Sad emoji. But moments later there's more nudity, so things get better. I recall one of my favorite lines from "Erin Brockovich." "They're called boobs, Ed." I would've given the movie ten stars, but you never see a frontal of the African European woman.

Bezenby At a very plush mental hospital in Italy, a masked intruder is stalking the halls at night. Various Euro-beauties sleep off their various mental illnesses while others strike up 'relationships' with the staff. Sounds like the makings of a giallo to me...Asylum Erotica, as this film was embarrassingly titled when I bought it, hasn't really got much of a plot, but it's a fairly interesting giallo packed full of Euro-Babes and atmosphere, and daftness. There's very little by way mystery or investigation when it comes to the murders, rather is pans out like a three act play. In the first part, we're introduced to our various mental patients, all of which are stunning (including Rosalba Neri! Lady Frankenstien herself!), and the staff, and therefore we get to know the victims and our suspects. In the second part of the movie, we get a very long stalk and slash sequence where the killer carves his way through some of the cast, and the last part of the film there's the police intervention and resultant catching of the killer. Very simply played out, but not without it's entertaining quirks.Rosalba Neri (Lady Frankenstien! Worth saying twice!) is a nympho with an unhealthy fixation on her brother, who has sensibly put her in the asylum out of harms way. She does however still peel her clothes of and go out on the prowl for men. Then there's Klaus Kinski in a very ill fitting suit, and his love interest. And the budding relationship between patient and nurse (another stunner), which is sadly cut short by a crossbow just before it was going to get interesting.It's not a pervy as the title suggests, just more of a mid-range giallo that keep you entertained through seventies sexual values (Rosalba Neri!), mild violence, and a pretty good, although stupid ending.Can be picked up for a quid in the UK - not sure if it was cut, but the pan and scan cropped the picture a bit.

Red-Barracuda Slaughter Hotel is a sensationally sleazy and spectacularly silly giallo. It involves a mystery killer who stalks and slashes in a clinic for mentally disturbed women. This clinic is ideal for the purposes of a homicidal maniac as it contains a room with an arsenal of medieval weapons and torture devices. The film-makers find no reason to explain this. It does seem a trifle irresponsible considering some of the inmates have murderous tendencies. But there you go. The clinics other feature is a croquet green - I can honestly say I have never before seen a movie where croquet and medieval weaponry share the billing.The doctors include a Peter Fonda lookalike and the legendary Klaus Kinski. In the Shriek Show DVD Klaus has a really silly English accent but it isn't as distracting as it might be as Kinski basically sleepwalks through this movie. The women are pretty hot though. Rosalba Neri turns up and delivers classic dialogue like 'I'm not one of those mad people who need you, I just want to make love' before going off for a soft-core shower. Generally speaking the dialogue in this movie is atrocious, it's not exactly helped by the appalling dubbing but it is very (unintentionally) funny in places. However, the cinematography is pretty decent, incorporating a great deal of angular camera-work. And the set itself is pretty lush, recalling the colourful interior decor from Mario Bava's Blood and Black Lace. A good thing. The mix of Gothic and giallo imagery is unusual and occasionally arresting. The music by Silvano Spadaccino is pretty forgettable, incorporating Euro-cheese and an insistent piano soundtrack when the killer is on the prowl. When the murders do happen they are impressively unconvincing. Occasionally laughably so. But they are often super-sleazy. In most giallos the sex interrupts the violence, in this film Di Leo takes the opposite approach. There is a very high sleaze factor. It occasionally even enters (if you excuse the pun) hardcore territory with some really graphic female masturbatory action. There is copious other soft-core fumblings, including a memorable butt massage. In fairness, Di Leo handles the sex better than the violence. Ultimately, Slaughter Hotel falls into the same category of giallo as Renato Polselli's Delirium, i.e. it's basically a bad movie that sort of gets away with it by way of its unrestrained Euro grind-house excess.

Coventry "Slaughter Hotel" is quite a perplexing film experience… Not so much because of its brilliance, uniqueness or professionalism but because it's so damn addictive despite being one of the most poorly scripted horror film ever made. This is one giant trashy mess in which story-logic, atmosphere and character drawings have all been skipped in favor of more luscious nudity and sleaze. We're welcomed in a resting home for hot & wealthy ladies, with mental problems going from burnouts to nymphomania. There's a team of strange doctors, unprofessional nurses and even a hunky gardener at these ladies' service to help them get over whatever problems they got. In order to make "Slaughter Hotel" at least somewhat resemble to a giallo, director Fernando DiLeo also introduces a mad-raving murderer, typically dressed in black and using the institution's old-fashioned armory decoration as slashing tools. All put together, this results in extended sequences of females having any form of sex (masturbation, lesbian action or actual sex) before brutally getting killed. The basics of exploitation cinema, maybe, but nonetheless a bad movie with too many tedious moments and totally wasting a great cast. I don't think you're meant to care for the killer's identity as his/her motivations largely remain unexplained at the end. There are a lot of things that don't make the least bit of sense (butt-massages??) and the girls, for some reason, all have extended flashbacks with completely irrelevant contents. I suppose that was done to reach a playtime of 90 minutes. Klaus Kinski looks terrifically vicious with his long blond hair but even his presence can't bring much redemption. The murders are gory (especially the grand finale!) but not the least bit disturbing. "Slaughter Hotel" is worth watching for fans of Italian horror but I'm sure everyone will acknowledge that it's nothing more than a poor man's Sergio Martino, Dario Argento or Mario Bava.