A TV talk-show hostess and her boyfriend investigate a shady magician whom has the ability to hypnotize and control the thoughts of people in order to stage gory on-stage illusions using his powers of mind bending.
A demented, elderly woman has her mentally retarded son kill and scalp various young women to use their hair for her wig shop while a persistent coed tries to link various killings on a local Florida college campus to them.
Herschell Gordon Lewis
A redneck con artist sets himself up as a preacher in a small Deep South town to run his moonshine distillery and clashes with a number of locals and a federal agent bent on shutting his operation down.
A naive and innocent teenage girl is blackmailed into modeling in the nude for a photographer who is in league with a teenage gang whose boss illegally sells photos of teenage girls being abused and degraded.
Herschell Gordon Lewis
Allison Louise Downe,
Lawrence J. Aberwood
Strippers at a sleazy club are being mutilated at an alarming rate. A pretty reporter enlists the aid of a debonair detective to solve the case and land her a front-page story. Soon, the two are wading through evidence against a vegetable-pulverizing freak, a creepy college student, and a group of angry feminists. Written by
Stacy Calvert <email@example.com>
I'm a big Herschell Gordon Lewis fan, having seen most of his films at least a dozen times apiece. It pains me to say anything overtly negative about his work, but if you could point to any single film and say "this is where he screwed the pooch", undoubtedly it would be this one. The intent is clear enough: Lewis and screenwriter Alan J. Dachman were trying to make a horror comedy. But this mix of genres is always a dodgy proposition, requiring a delicate balance to be successful, and there's nothing delicate about "The Gore Gore Girls"; it's an ugly, squalid production from start to finish. (For once, HGL's low budget worked against him: the shooting locations--and the performers!--are too wretched-looking for any of this to be funny.) Worse yet, the zany energy that was such an integral part of Lewis's other movies is missing here. Even with all the nudity and graphic gore effects, this is a tired, halfhearted film, and the banter exchanged by private eye Frank Kress and strip club waitress Hedda Lubin falls embarrassingly flat. Yes, Henny Youngman also puts in an appearance, and it's not hard to understand why he later denied any involvement. Oh, well...everybody falters occasionally, and one clunker doesn't diminish the greatness of Herschell Gordon Lewis's body of work. Rest easy, sir.
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