d. Richard E. Cuhna (1958)
She Demons is a pulp magazine
brought to life, you know, the sort with a cover that has a statuesque blonde
in her scanties being tortured by a Nazi with a lascivious expression on his
face. Chuck in a hurricane, some horribly
scarred women, a live volcano, some mild bondage, lots of flagellation and a
bongo number and you have any number of reasons to enjoy this fun little
feature that was clearly made on a shoestring and in someone’s back garden but,
nevertheless, is stupidly entertaining.
Irish McKenna plays the
statuesque blond, a spoiled little rich kid who finds herself stranded on an
uncharted desert island after her Daddy’s yacht sinks in a hurricane (she
admonishes her rescuer for not salvaging the essentials: ‘you might at least
have picked me up a pair of toreador pants’). The island, as you might expect,
is populated by a savage she cult of mutated women and a gang of nasty Nazis,
led by a scientist who is trying to restore his wife’s lost beauty (some lava
fell on her face) by experimenting on the natives. It’s a bad scene, especially
when the head German takes a shine to Irish and decides that SHE will be his
Queen from now on.
Totally preposterous, extremely enjoyable, She
Demons is some sort of classic, and comes highly recommended for anyone with
an interest in sensation, shock science and interpretive dance which has got to be everybody, surely?
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