La casa de las mujeres perdidas (1983)

Director:

Jesús Franco

Writers:

Jesús Franco (screenplay), Jesús Franco (story)

Stars:

Lina Romay, Antonio Mayans, Carmen Carrión

Cast

Cast overview:
Lina Romay	...	Desdémona (as Candy Coster)
Antonio Mayans	...	Mario Pontecorvo
Carmen Carrión	...	Dulcinea
Asunción Calero	...	Paulova (as Susana Kerr)
Antonio Rebollo	...	Tony Curtis (as Tony Skios)

Storyline

Details

Country:

Spain

Language:

Spanish

Release Date:

30 June 1983 (Spain)

Also Known As:

Perversión en la isla perdida

Filming Locations:

Murcia, Spain

Box Office

Gross:

ESP 18,874,655 (Spain)

Company Credits

Production Co:

Golden Films Internacional S.A.

Technical Specs

Runtime:

90 min

Sound Mix:

Mono

Color:

Color

Aspect Ratio:

2.35 : 1

Did You Know?

Soundtracks

"Sonata invernal"
Composed by Jesús Franco and Rebeca White

User Reviews

Family drama, Franco style

One of the most obscure Franco's i've had the privilege to see. Or rather see the first hour of because after that the frame just freezes on my (very murky) copy, leaving the confused viewer to wonder what the hell happened. OK, I admit it, I didn't understand a thing but it seems to be some kind of perverse, kinky, black comedy/ironic family-drama/soft porno? Only in the mind of Jess Franco... A family is living together on an isolated island and the family idyll is sometimes disrupted by PC stuff like the daughter masturbating in front of her father (i'd say a good third of the film consists of Lina jacking off), the mother forcing her children to take part in S/M games or Lina giving her retarded sister a handjob. "We're a happy family, we're a happy family hey mum and daddy", as the Ramones song goes. There's a lot of lot of seemingly misplaced, mindless chattering (which I didn't understand of course) during all the weird and sick stuff going-ons, so I would guess the film is wittier and more intelligent than first seems (much like The Inconfessionable Orgies of Emmanuelle I guess, in which the dry, sarcastic tone got lost completely in the language barrier until the subtitled DVD release revealed a much better film than thought at first). But all in all it's safe to say that this no budget wonder is for francophiliacs only. I don't know whether I should consult a film buff or a psychiatrist, but why the hell did this film somehow remind me of a perverted Douglas Sirk?