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The Defilers / Scum Of The Earth

Something Weird Video // 1963 // 142 Minutes // Unrated
Reviewed by Judge Bill Gibron (Retired) // June 1st, 2007

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All Rise...

For his 1,000th DVD Verdict review, Judge Bill Gibron returns to his critical origins—the exploitation film—and two quintessential examples of the nudie gone nasty, otherwise known as the "roughie."

The Charge

Everything They Touched They Stained

The Case

Carl and Jameison are two bored brats who can't seem to settle into their growing adult responsibilities. While the later would like to get on with his life, the former is fierce in his aggressive anti-social stance. So when the standard kicks—alcohol, cheap dates, hot rodding—just can't provide the necessary post-adolescent relief, the boys concoct a surefire plan of amoral action. They decide to use an abandoned warehouse as their own private sex club. Then, they will kidnap less-than-willing wenches to be their own personal porn sluts. They will rape and beat them, whip and degrade them, all in the name of aimless, alienated thrills. When they happen upon the demure Jane Collins, a beautiful blonde who is eros incarnate, the debauched dudes spin into overdrive. But as the games become more and more violent, Jameison has second thoughts. He doesn't want to be one of The Defilers anymore, but Carl will stop at nothing—including murder—to get his repugnant rocks off.

Meanwhile, little Kim Sherwood is desperate to get into modeling. She hears there are lots of opportunities over at Mr. Harmon's studio, but when she arrives, she is stunned to find a "dirty pictures" operation. Yep, our photographer is a closet smut peddler, working for the nefarious Mr. Lang, a local mobster. He needs the sexy snapshots to keep his juvenile-delinquent picture pushers in available product. At first, Kim acquiesces, believing that she will be protected from any sin or exploitation. Besides, Harmon appears nice enough. But as she gets in deeper, our heroine soon learns that no one is looking out for her best interests and, when she wants to quit, Mr. Lang harangues her into further ruination. Besides, if she doesn't give in, the hood's goon squad will step in and show her who's boss. It's a foul fate worse than death for this inexperienced babe in the woods. When she started, she was just a dumb kid. Now, she's part of the Scum of the Earth.

If exploitation had a pair of founding fathers, individuals almost exclusively responsible for the fate of the entire film genre, it would be David F. Friedman and his partner in perversion, the amazing Herschell Gordon Lewis. Together, they traipsed through all manner of original grindhouse fodder. They worked within the nudist colony romp and offered up their own take on its offshoot, the nudie cutie. They more or less invented the gonzo gore film with their bold Blood Trilogy (Blood Feast, 2000 Maniacs, Color Me Blood Red), and formed the foundation for the combination of the carnal and the craven known as the "roughie." Their affiliation ended over an issue fairly typical in the skin and sin business (read: $$$) and, by the time the rest of the cinematic art form was catching up with their efforts, the two were off making movies separately. Friedman had the most immediate success, his 1965 The Defilers acting as the kind of wanton wake-up call the industry definitely needed. Lewis would go on to explore the outer reaches of the splatter film, eventually turning his back on all things celluloid for a stint as a successful marketing consultant. Still, his 1963 Scum of the Earth remains a benchmark for the merging of the sexual and the sick. Without this look at sleazy stag photography, other filmmakers (like Friedman find Lee Frost) wouldn't have envisioned a meshing of the arousing with the atrocious.

The Defilers remains the definitive statement on such sub-genres, with the wicked works of mid-'60s Doris Wishman a very close second. Like a prototypical profiler for future serial killers, this incredibly twisted take on the bored adolescent ideal takes seediness to a whole new level. As our lead lothario, the unbelievably abusive Bryon Mabe actually makes you uncomfortable, what with his mealy-mouthed manhandling and tendency toward misogynistic rants. This is one incredibly cracked dirtbag, a human hormone strung out on his own sense of inconsequential power. Obviously, Friedman felt that the soft and sensual side of sex had been amply explored inside the exploitation arena, and thought that men now wanted to see a more domination-oriented angle. Always fond of whippings and hostility, he personally wrote the repugnant script, amplifying everything taboo and tawdry for the growing depraved demographic. There are scenes in this otherwise average drama that are awfully distressing, especially for today's placated PC audiences. Scandinavian sex bomb Mia Jannson is a far too convincing victim—so demoralized and traumatized that you half believe she's really being beaten. It's no wonder then that the rumor mill has her leaving a possible film career shortly after appearing here. Far nastier than it is naughty, The Defilers defines the limits producers would go to reach the raincoat crowd. It also signaled the beginning of the end for the entire drive-in dynamic of filmmaking.

Every finale has to have a starting point and, in retrospect, Scum of the Earth is as good as any. Lewis, never one to ride trends, was already growing tired of the gore fest when he was approached for this project. In his typical hired-gun happenstance, the director promised a picture based on a distributor's demand and, along with pal Friedman, fleshed out a tale centering on the controversial concept of naked photography. With the Supreme Court still a decade away from declaring that nudity was not in and of itself obscene, anyone taking on such a tabloid-style exposé of said subject was asking for trouble. That's why the various photo shoots of topless talent are so incredibly tame by today's standards. But insinuation could be as crude as necessary, and Scum of the Earth gives great allusion. There are hints of horror behind the backdrop, suggestions of prostitution, promiscuousness, and pain. Even the characters get into the act, with the most famous example being actor Laurence Aberwood's famous "dirty, dirty!" speech. Forming the basis for Something Weird Video's standard product title montage, our deranged doughy guy with a mouth full of metal crowns spits out a venomous tirade at a helpless young lass, his assertion that reality is "a fire sale, and (she's) damaged goods" becoming a readily quotable classic. But within the context of the film, it fits perfectly. Lewis and Friedman were suggesting that anyone who'd disrobe for dollars was obviously suffering from some misguided perception of propriety.

It was a radical stance for exploitation, one destined to destroy the cinematic category from the inside out. For the longest time, flesh filmmakers fought to give their movies a modicum of legitimacy, in hopes it would keep the censors and self-ascribed moralists at bay. But as the variations on vice grew more and more hackneyed, new naughtiness had to be explored. Soon, pseudo-sex movies were merging with every genre conceivable, yet audiences were less than impressed. But when violence was added to the mix, receipts went through the roof. What that says about the average exploitation fan is something for scholars and psychiatrists to debate. But the bottom line doesn't lie and, throughout the rest of the '60s, the "roughie" became the new pulchritude paradigm. Eventually, the whole concept would mutate into the "ghoulie," and then the "grossie," but by then hardcore was already knocking at the door. While it's true that Friedman and Lewis didn't start the whole vice and violence movement, they definitely helped cement its significance. The Defilers and Scum of the Earth are proof of their enduring importance.

Offered up by Something Weird Video in its novel series of "Night at the Drive-In" Double Feature DVD releases, The Defilers/Scum of the Earth looks amazing in the digital format. Friedman wisely kept the majority of his original negatives/prints, and the two monochrome offerings here are dazzling in their black-and-white clarity. The 1.33:1 full-screen images are sharp and direct, the use of shadow and light helping to maximize the meanness. As for sound, the standard Dolby Digital Mono delivers everything in ferocious, flat formality. But the best is yet to come. Always known for completely fleshing out their titles, this tantalizing twofer comes with a pair of archival short subjects, a collection of passion-pit intermission shorts, a collection of trailers, an audio sex hygiene book pitch, a gallery of exploitation poster art, and, best of all, a full-length commentary from producer Friedman. Known as the "Mighty Monarch" of the sleazoid-cinematic genre, Friedman definitely supports such a designation with his discussion. He's a wealth of wonderful anecdotes, important facts, and perceptive insights. He helps us understand the rise of the roughie, his riff with Lewis, and the way smart men made sure they made money in his trade. Along with the re-creation of an evening at the outdoor auditorium, the conversation with Friedman makes this disc both historically and artistically significant.

In today's world of "anything for a dollar" dirtiness, it seems like girls and guys will willingly degrade themselves for a buck. It doesn't matter if there's a fan base for it—post-modern smut peddlers simply assume that there is. But back in exploitation's heyday, producers actually catered to the nauseating needs of their very vocal clientele. One needs look no further than the roughie and its premier examples—The Defilers and Scum of the Earth—to support such sentiments.

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Scales of Justice

Judgment: 89

Perp Profile

Studio: Something Weird Video
Video Formats:
• Full Frame
Audio Formats:
• Dolby Digital 1.0 Mono (English)
• None
Running Time: 142 Minutes
Release Year: 1963
MPAA Rating: Unrated
• Classic
• Drama
• Exploitation

Distinguishing Marks

• Drive-In Double Feature Format
• A Collection of Drive-In Trailers
• Gallery of Exploitation Art
• Audio Sex Hygiene Book Pitch
• Classic Drive-In Intermission Shorts
• Archival Short Subject -- "Intimate Diary of an Artist's Model"
• Archival Short Subject -- "Naked Fury"
• Audio Commentary by Producer David F. Friedman

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