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Every once in awhile, a movie comes out that is so bad, it's funny. Not
this one. This is about a Satanic cult and this girl keeps having weird
dreams about them. That's all I got. The movie is really dark and it is
hard to tell what is going on. I have no idea how the first half of the
movie went. But towards the end there are a few cool yet cheesy fight
scenes. There is also some OK nudity and a really funny looking Satan
wannabe. The music in this movie is awesome.Thats about it. I'm not
sure why I gave it 5 stars, but it could of been much worse. You can
get it through the Toxie Triple terror volume 4.
But you should stick to the Final Sacerfice.
"Fertilize the Blaspheming Bombshell" starts out annoyingly dark, and far too many scenes are just torches or headlights meandering around the desert night. To be fair, the daylight scenes feature some well photographed desert landscapes, with the "Bombshell running around in her underwear. The story involves Sheila Cann, investigating a coven of devil worshipers lead by the great "chrome dome", Robert Tessier. Tessier is visually impressive, but given some seriously awkward dialog. This really is "gourmet garbage", delivering not only a steamy nude shower scene, but as a bonus, Cann miraculously finds a waterfall oasis in the desert for a nude skinny dip. Bo Hopkins plays a not very helpful sheriff, and Tessier is more or less wasted as the potential "fertilizer of the Bombshell". - MERK
Okay, with the title this movie has, it was eventually going to get a
look in this household. The dedicated cult-movie fan will sometimes
follow a title like this into a so-bad-it's good experience. Sometimes
it's time well spent. Most of the time one remembers why one does not
play the ponies or the stock market.
What to say of this movie? Well, there's lots of driving. Not Steve McQueen stuff, though. No, more like "Manos, the Hands of Fate." And the walking! More walking than in "The Beast of Yucca Flats." I will admit that my thumb leaned heavily on "FF." Even then, the pace was unendurable.
However, I did not fast forward through some truly inspired dialogue uttered by the satanic leader, who wears some sort of helmet of leather and horns---perhaps a ram's head? No matter. Whatever it is, it successfully hides the identity of the actor(?) as he intones such lines as "For rejecting the serpent, prepare to surrender thy unhallowed flesh to all that is evil!" and "Now, whore, shall ye know the hard-on of sin!" (What happens next gives new meaning to "Lust in the Dust," as well as an ironic twist to the director's name.)
I suppose I should mention that there's a topless waterfall-shower scene, as well as a topless woman in a thong carrying around a boa constrictor . . . if you like that sort of thing.
The main problem with FERTILIZE THE BLASPHEMING BOMBSHELL (or MARK OF
THE BEAST, as my VHS copy is titled) is the films that it tries to
imitate -- RACE WITH THE DEVIL, ENTER THE DEVIL, Brotherhood Of Satan,
THE DEVIL'S RAIN, even WEREWOLVES ON WHEELS -- were good enough to have
taught viewers how movies like this work. All you can see are the
mistakes that the film makes as it strives to be just a bottom of the
barrel C grade satanic coven thriller and manages to screw even that
All of the standard plot elements are accounted for. The southwestern United States became a natural setting for modern satanic horror settings during the 1970s and the Nevada locations chosen are appropriately dismal & forlorn (THE DEVIL'S RAIN). We have the young couple who goes off in search of a good time, take a wrong turn or two, and end up in the clutches of a satanic cult who promptly sacrifice them to the devil (WEREWOLVES ON WHEELS). We have the waifish, slightly neurotic looking sister of the bride who takes it upon herself to scour the desert for the pair in her VW convertible and runs afoul of a colony of desert cultists who don't take kindly to strangers (ENTER THE DEVIL) and end up chasing her all over creation in odd vehicles (RACE WITH THE DEVIL). And we have the strapping local beefcake mechanic hero-type as well as an ambiguous town sheriff, both of whom may or may not be cult members (Brotherhood Of Satan).
The women in the cast aren't opposed to doing nude scenes and the amusingly over-the-top cult leader can recite such lines as "PREPARE TO FEEL THE HARD-ON OF HELL!" and not seem silly. The producers found the budget to afford a former A-list actor for a couple afternoons (Bo Hopkins, outclassing every other actor in the film just getting out of his truck & standing there in his sunglasses with his hands in his pockets) and stage some frenetic car chases with impressive mayhem. They even got a professional stripper to strut around topless with her boa constrictor during the big ceremony scene at the ol' sacrificial pentagram.
But it just doesn't work, proving once again that it's attitude and style that make a form interesting or not regardless of what you pad the script with. This one has neither and is merely an execution of form which gets tedious mighty quick. The movie looks like it was shot on video before being transferred to film, which in itself wouldn't be a problem if the editing of the audio had been done by someone who wasn't snorting Drano. Action and dialog are often out of sync and there are bizarre overdubs which sound like someone with the hiccups. The music is just atrocious, with every scene annoyingly scored with music that either doesn't fit the drama or over- emotes at what should have been lighter moments. And what's up with that title? Even the filmmakers apparently didn't respect what they'd come up with & named the film accordingly. Or was that just Troma being cute after they picked the film up for re-distribution?
Then there is the lead actress who can only be described as a piece of work with a character that is supposed to be a Vegas showgirl who teaches anthropology on the side. Oh! She also drives like Steve McQueen, is naturally adept at fighting off satanists with her bare hands or jury- rigging deadly weapons, and spends the final third of the film being chased across the high chaparral wearing just her panties and a flimsy blouse doing action stunts that would put The Road Warrior to shame. She is an unstoppable juggernaut of destruction, sending bodies flying off cliffs and exploding cars careening into ditches as she skips away with the camera centered on her firm butt cheeks, which were probably the primary attribute that led to her casting.
I love low budget regionally made horror films, and have a particular fondness for American made satanic coven horror potboilers (ever hear of THE WITCHMAKER?). But this movie sucks and not even in a good way, like MANOS: HANDS OF FATE, which may also have been a source of inspiration. It tries to be too serious for a party movie but is too silly & ineptly made to be taken seriously. There are bad laughs galore but the film is otherwise so artless and boring that it's only purpose, aside from displaying six minutes or so of passable female nudity, is to serve as an object lesson to aspiring filmmakers on how not to make a satanic coven thriller.
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