Amusing mix of pastiche and legitimate sleaze that only loses it's step in a less humorous back half. Yet what that section lacks in chuckles it makes up for in honest to God artful oddness. William Smith is an undervalued treasure. [35mm]

"You get off on ecology...eh, you twat?"
Possibly the meanest in a subgenre of already sadistic son of a bitch motion pictures. Crammed with animal torture, rib-poking racism and ending on an ironic note that makes you think you just endured the world's worst practical joke, it's Italian exploitation to the bone. But Lenzi's disco fuck you alternative to Deodato's soaring fatalism is so competently cruel, it's hard not to ire the picture's commitment to completely creeping you out.
"Don't let her knockers hypnotize ya!" -- George "Buck" Flower
Out of time rednecksploitation transmission that is shockingly competent and gets meaner as it goes along. Sweaty centerfolds beat up their mountain men attackers while trying to avoid weirdly spliced reaction shots. Not so much rape/revenge as the rapists are actually avenging one of their own, resulting in idiosyncratic survival horror. [35mm]
Ferrara's best looking film outside of KING OF NEW YORK. When he blends the heightened with his street level eye for unique interior texture, it adds a layer of chic grunge funhouse that sets his pictures apart from their 80s exploitation brethren. The blues and blacks are so cold, punctuated by fire, blinking flashes of orange and red. Canal Street Shakespeare.