You ever watch a film that is so downright unforgiving, gritty
and that really has no socially-redeeming quality that you feel
you have to soak in bucket of lye to get the stentch of you? Well,
if you haven't this might be the one to set you on a course for
such activity...Harry Novac's Behind Locked Doors. Well
Harry Novac produced this piece of downright icky goo but South
African Charles Romine penned and directed this oddity that I
guess fits somewhere in the thriller/horror/sexpolitation genre(s).
I want to give you a few details of this thing cuz' I think you
need to see it...it goes a little something like this. DANGER!
PLOT SYNOPSIS AHEAD, A-holes! I tell you the reason I like having
this site is the fact that we get to talk about whatever we want
and when we do reviews we do them how we want, some might be 6
lines others 6 pages so if you don't like to read long reviews,
I tell you what, don't. I am going to go as far as I want and
that is just about the crux of it, smart guy.
Behind Locked Doors is the tale of two female "swingers", Ann
(Eve Reeves) and Terry (Joyce Denner). Swingers in the sense that
they like to go to South African barn dances, yep this thing was
shot in South Africa, don't expect hippos and spear-chuckers though
cuz' it could have very well been shot in Nicholasville, Kentucky.
These gals go to parties, held in out-of-the-way barns apparently,
this set-up takes a good 15 minutes to open the film and many
viewers might get a little ansy to pop the tape during this barndance
shit that goes on and on with a horrible "borrowed"
sound track of some sorts. But it is at this party that they encounter
gate-crasher Mr Bradley (Daniel Garth), an less than attractive
lard ass with thick glasses and a posh hipster accent. He also
looks strikingly like Dick Nixon's Secretary of State, the very
honorable Henry Kissinger, and I oughta know cuz' I had the honor
of breaking bread with Hank a few years ago and even stood at
the urinal beside "Kiss" and believe me when I tells
ya, he could of dick-slapped Sudat and Begin into a truce. Anyhoo,
Mr. Bradley saves Ann from being raped in a hayloft, and later
offers hospitality to the girls when their car mysteriously won't
start. Well if we have learned anything from these kind of movies
it is that what seems like hospitality may make your cooter hurt
and this one does not deviate from films like Last House, it does
throw it's own spin on things though and that is what makes this
thing a possible must-see.
We got a lame lesbo-subplot, no doubt because Mr. Novac reportedly
likes to watch the gals "touch each others privates"
as one of his former lovers recalled. But it doesn't pan out for
the luscious, deep-voiced Terry, so she takes matters in her own
hands, which results in a 2 minute erotic deep-breather that had
the Jumpin' one ready to ask that gal to marry him.
A decent twist in the film is Mrs Bradley - a sadistic house-keeper
with short greying hair who takes the roll of sister a little
too seriously as she helps her bro. torture his finds from the
barn dance. Many of the film's best moments come from lingering
close-ups of Mrs Bradley's evil face, Mrs Bradley listening at
doors, Mrs Bradley with her whip! I'm breaking a sweat for Mrs.
What sets this film apart from say a Psycho or more mainstream
thrillers is rape does occur, torture does occur, but ultimately
time and time again as the shots of these acts linger on the victims
ACTUALLY SEEM TO BEGIN TO ENJOY IT! Sick, depraved, mysoginistic
stuff. Where in the hell was Rape Squad!
Mr. Bradley's weird assed "experiments" involve sex
with his tubby arsh. There is a serious of shots of him lubing
up before the act, that I tell you, will wrinkle your Peter for
days. He lovingly applies oil to his paunch, back and shoulders
before orally molesting Ann, Why? So she'll remember her aggressor
had the softest, most supple skin. You'll be scared, oh, very
scared. Mr. Bradley reminds us of the type of audience this type
of film must have been made for, the overweight, business guy
who ducked into the Times Square crab pits to fiddle for Rolaids
under his raincoat for 73 minutes hoping to spray his shorts without
really spraying his shorts. This is not pornography folks, this
is just plain art. Art of course, for the twisted, pent-up, Henry
Kissinger in us all.
But oddly, this is more than simply sexploitation. The plot actually
appears to be central, and little nudity is present aside from
the Bradley's specimen kept in the basement. Girls who failed
the experiment are stuffed and trophied in the basement. This
leads to a brief necrophilia scene involving the semi-retarded
muscle bound caretaker and, given it is 1968, I am hard pressed
to recall an earlier film which shows a guy foldling and kissing
on a nude dead body. Harry Novac, ground-breaking? Maybe.
Make no mistake, this stuff in not date material, all of this
stuff is handled without much sympathy for the female of species.
The guys are downright vile, the girls seem to actually "tolerate"
being abused in sort of a "I guess its my turn, sigh."
kind of way. At the end of the film you get the feeling Terry
was an actual lesbian who is in a relationship with a gal and
Ann trots back to the barn dance to hang out with the dude who
was raping her in the opening act.
Fuck the flaws in this thing, it is good-quality filth. I haven't
really given anything away because there are still a few twists,
much more weirdness and overall you can't give enough away to
take any of the scum off this winner. Search this one out, you
can find it of course at Something Weird, since they have a realtionship
with Novac. This is not his best work but far from his worst and
kind of defies comparision with much of anything.
If you find yourself turned on at all during any of this thing
shy of the masturbation scene, please seek the help of a trained
professional, I think you may have issues.
|An OILY Mr. B prepares
to munch a bit of muffin...is that Kosher?
|Retardo forces himself
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