<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar.g?targetBlogID\x3d8238682\x26blogName\x3dThe+Nekkid+Truth\x26publishMode\x3dPUBLISH_MODE_BLOGSPOT\x26navbarType\x3dBLACK\x26layoutType\x3dCLASSIC\x26searchRoot\x3dhttps://boheemy.blogspot.com/search\x26blogLocale\x3den_US\x26v\x3d2\x26homepageUrl\x3dhttp://boheemy.blogspot.com/\x26vt\x3d8303291828778635660', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>

Saturday, April 09, 2005

BMW no.1: ORGY OF THE DEAD

Boobs, breasts, bazongas, and beasts come together in this tedious tit-ular tripe, compliments of a script by Ed Wood Jr.!

Bob and Shirley are looking for an old cemetary in hopes of re-igniting a creative spark under Bob, who is a writer of horror fiction. Bob loses control of his car and the duo crash and are left stranded. Luckily for Bob they are stranded in a kooky Netherworld boob-fest as twelve go-go gals shake their udders for the Prince of Evil himself, Criswell. His curvey cohort of creepiness is Ghoulita and together they pick and choose which twistin' titties get to serve his highness in eternal damnation.

Though Ed Wood did not direct "Orgy of the Dead" all Woodisms are present; Mismatched scenes, painfully amateurish dialogue, stilted acting, and some wonderful rattlesnake stock footage.

Listen close dear reader as I'll probably never say anything like this again, but I felt as though I had OD'd on titties. Areolas and nipples were comin' at a palm blistering pace, and I prayed to Buddha that the go-go broads would dance a bit faster and move things along. They didn't.

In a movie so heavily laden with jugs it would seem weird and a bit anti-hetero of me to say that the best moments occur when there are speaking parts. Criswell trips, slips and stumbles through his lines, but those lines are unforgettably bad and are hilarious and a much welcomed respite from the seemingly endless line of moving mammaries. Throw in a wolfguy and a mummy who stand around cracking-wise about Cleopatra and you've got 4 reels of hurt!

Runtime 93 minutes, Color, 1965

CREDITS
Criswell .... Criswell
Fawn Silver .... Ghoulita
William Bates .... Bob
Pat Barrington .... Shirley/Gold Girl Dance


Directed by:
A.C. Stevens

FACT SHEET
# Ted V. Mikels was assistant director.

# This is a loose sequel to "Plan Nine from Outer Space" and "Night of the Ghouls"

# This movie dispells the rumor that mummies are tongueless and Egyptian.

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home