Synapse // 1986 // 72 Minutes // Not Rated
Reviewed by Judge David Johnson // July 30th, 2004
It's worse than it sounds.
Here's the plot: a group of horny photographers and their models are stranded in a warehouse, when a fog rolls in and they become systematically terrorized, raped, and butchered by a mysterious killer caked in mud. The end.
Actually, to be more succinct, this is 72 minutes of sex and cheap gore.
I wish I had more to offer you, but I don't.
Well, congratulations Synapse Films -- you're officially responsible for the murder of a good portion of my brain cells. Entrails of a Virgin is one of the most offensive, vulgar, shocking, ludicrous, fluid-drenched cult movies I have ever fallen prey to.
I should have seen it coming though, right? With a title like Entrails of a Virgin, what was I supposed to expect? A feel-good family comedy about a dog that plays water polo?
I suppose I've been so jaded by movies that proclaim shock-value and mind-bending sequences of trash (cough cough Troma cough cough) only to deliver mediocre, clichéd, distinctly non-shocking celluloid, I went in with low expectations.
Readers, believe me when I tell you, as far as underground exploitation and filth, this movie delivers. Delivers by the aircraft-carrier-load. It's pretty much near-pornography and gore, with unending sex scenes that turn into unending rape scenes that, frankly, turn my stomach.
And when I say near-pornography, I'm talking one microstep down from hard-core, and light years beyond anything Cinemax can offer you. Fluids fly, unorthodox body contortions are implemented, and breasts upon breasts abound. If it weren't for the Japanese "fogging" rule (where all scenes of frontal nudity below the waist, as well as any kind of pubic hair must be censored by all films, under penalty of law) you'd be dealing with an extremely low-budget Japanese porno.
Director "Gaira" is adept at getting the most...er...bang for his buck by strategically placing the camera in ways that don't catch the taboo material, but there are many scenes fogged out. And it's obvious if Gaira has his way, zero would be left to the imagination.
A sexploitation film first and a splatter film second, Entrails of a Virgin produces some good little gore moments. In fact, it is the goofiness of some of the kills that helps counteract the offensiveness of the sexual malfeasance. A guy gets impaled with a javelin (thrown by an obvious stunt double/javelin thrower), another guy has his eyeballs popped out with a blow to a head, and then there's decapitation here and there. Oh and one final titular moment that is pretty much the money shot for the flick that I wouldn't dare to ruin for any of you psychiatric ward escapees daring enough to watch the movie.
Here's a brief list of what you can expect:
* Female masturbation with a severed arm.
* Death by Olympic sport.
* The most uncreative costume for a mysterious killer (mud bath = budget cuts)
* Inter-gender wrestling with a felony twist.
* Off-camera ejaculate hose-down
* Paper-mache penetration
* "The Miracle of Life," perverted.
The movie has been resurrected in a clean widescreen transfer. In fact, this is the only thing clean about the movie. Though much action happens in the dark, the clarity holds well enough. The mono track is shallow and tinny.
Gaira, the director, is featured in a video interview. Folks, he is precisely the kind of guy I pictured who would make this film. Creepy, with a smile full of crooked teeth, cradling a cigarette, he is the perfect picture of someone I'd phone in to the FBI if I saw him within a half-mile of a school. He adds to his dark-alley demeanor by repeatedly saying "Hey kids!" to the camera. Apparently, Entrails with the Virgin came at a time when he was dealing with a lot of angst as a young filmmaker.
Hey, we all have our methods of emotional release!
Tired of movies claiming to be sick and shocking but turn out to be ho-hum hooey? Well, look no further than Entrails of a Virgin, to force some bile into your throat.
Okay, I got to go and read the Bible for a few hours.
The accused shall be locked in box, buried in a cave, filled with concrete, surrounded by electrified fencing, and guarded by monkeys carrying the Ebola virus. The court is hereby ordered to take a shower.
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Scales of Justice
* 1.78:1 Anamorphic
* Dolby Digital 1.0 Mono (English)
Running Time: 72 Minutes
Release Year: 1986
MPAA Rating: Not Rated
* Interview with the Director
* "Fogging" essay