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Lust For Freedom

Troma // 1987 // 84 Minutes // Rated R
Reviewed by Judge Bill Gibron // March 30th, 2004

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All Rise...

The Charge

Bras and brawls behind prison walls!

The Case

Gillian Kaites is one of those undercover cops who only looks believable in a low-budget action picture. Long and lanky with no visible physical or law enforcement aptitude, she is still the most highly decorated member of her force. This means that within minutes of the movie's start, she ends up weeping over the corpse of her dead partner/boyfriend/fiancé. An arms ring sting goes ka-ping when a raw rookie starts making like Starsky, and before you know it, Gillian is lost, forlorn and depressed. Taking a drive on a road to nowhere, she is harassed by a couple of creeps in a black van. Then, out of the blue, she picks up a hysterical hitchhiker dressed in a swanky evening dress (thumbing rides reached its fashion pinnacle in the mid-'80s). The sheriff comes along and assures Gillian that the rambling runaway will be safe and sound. All he needs is a statement from her.

Before she knows it, Gillian's been drugged, dragged into a dingy prison cell, and set upon by the sassy barracks broad, a pissed-off convict named Vicky. Soon, Gillian gets to know the "don't drop the soap" ropes. Doc Bass comes along to give the girls "examinations," mostly consisting of Mr. Blackwell-style beauty consultations. Mrs. Pusker, the head matron, roughs up the detainees to keep them under control. And when she's too busy, she gets her lover/lesbian behemoth Big Eddie to do the debauched dirty work. But Warden Maxwell is the worst. Selling the sullen ladies to the highest bidder, he takes a few of the captive gals to his secret hideaway to make incredibly disgusting snuff porn. The violation of a young innocent named Sharon finally gets Gillian off her rigid rump to find a way to escape. But it will take all the detained dames to help realize this fantasy of fleeing. But since they all have a Lust for Freedom, it should be as easy as a jailhouse romance.

You only need three words to understand why Lust for Freedom is such a fantastic freak-out of a film: three simple pieces of the English language that say so very much while remaining so basic and pure. Trapped within their vowels and consonants are the tone, the timbre, and the type of cinematic sensation you're in for. And what is this lexis of lunacy, you ask—this triumvirate of telltale phonics? Why, women in prison, of course.

That's right, ripped from the storehouse of stalwart exploitation genres and given a 1980s hair band rebirth, Lust for Freedom is that wonderful standby of innocent babes behind bars, forced to fend for themselves and their femininity against a corrupt system of guards, hacks, henchmen, hired help, wardens, judges, doctors, and police. As old as cinema itself and jam-packed with as many examples of outrageous big house badness, nothing quite compares to a ribald, ridiculous tale of ladies locked up for no good reason. But in the case of Lust for Freedom, the fiction is taken to a whole new level of the preposterous. The Georgia County Correctional Facility is home to rape, torture, drug dealing, nude frolics, white slavery, pedophilia, and all manner of plot-padding perversions. The warden sells inmates to the local doctor, who grades his purchases on a sliding scale of his own device. (Bad overbite and split ends? She's a 5!) The prison head also grabs some of the more unwilling members of the Gen Pop and forces them to make butt bongo bonanzas. And when the aardvarking is done, it's time for a celluloid two-fer: sex scenes turn deadly as snuff becomes the stuff of the warden's miscreant moviemaking.

Indeed, Lust for Freedom is so ripe with seedy shenanigans and despicable ideas that makers of autopsy porn look down on its delicious tawdriness. Conceived, created, and directed by Troma cult icon Eric Louzil (responsible for such other unexpected delights as Sizzle Beach, U.S.A. and Class of Nuke 'em High II), this is one exploitation gambol that takes the tired conventions of the jailbird genre and pumps them full of radioactive iniquity. From the jaded Geronimo named Judd—about as American Indian as Val Kilmer and equally insane—to the bleary, booze-eyed doctor who dresses like the Colonel Sanders of snatch, this movie unleashes its demons of depravity for the entire world to gloryhole in. Who cares if Melanie Coll can't act her way out of a wet baby wipe? And the rest of the cast appears to have gotten their acting chops (and low, throaty voices) from the Mercedes McCambridge Correspondence School of Sour Dispositions.

Lust for Freedom makes you understand instantly why films of this genre—namely gals in gulags—are so cotton-picking pleasing. One sequence in particular will have your sordid sensations high-voltaged over to 11. While two hot honeys get a little better acquainted in their cell (Sappho would be so proud), one of the warden's henchmen rapes a dumb dope-smuggling doll at crossbow point. To top things off, Mrs. Pusker gives a potential breakout bimbo the business end of a whip. As all three scenes intercut and interconnect, the storm clouds of filth begin to gather. Soon, rains of vulgar randiness are falling all over the screen, and folks at home with a pandering proclivity for smut are a lot like Loverboy—lovin' every minute of it. There is nothing wrong with wallowing in the den of sin that is a hilarious hunk of hoosegow hijinx. Lust for Freedom delivers in shivers.

Troma's treatment of this title is a little disappointing. The movie itself is a respectable 1.33:1 full screen funfest, with lots of crisp colors and details. While the low-budget borders are prominently pushed, the overall image is nice, but nothing special. Sonically, the Dolby Digital Stereo tries to keep the occasionally poorly miked voices in aural range, but more times than not, the soundtrack rocks (thanks in part to Grim Reaper, who give you the classic head-banging duo arena anthems Lust for Freedom and Rock You to Hell! Wooooo!). But aside from some trailers and a little bit of Troma tap-dancing (Lloyd and his 'roids are here to introduce the film, and some stupid crap cockrock called Kick You in the Head by Purple Pam—who?—odorizes the place with its pungent patheticness), there is nothing else here to increase your incarcerated enjoyment. No commentary. No behind-the-bars making-of material. Hardly even a mention of director Louzil and his contribution to the company. All we get is Lust for Freedom, and frankly, that just may be sufficient.

Seedy enough to make you feel dirty but with just enough adequate fun to make the miscreant mudpies bearable, you'll want to drop the soap after watching this wickedness. So if you're sick and tired of Oz and all its slammin' man meat musking up the home theater with its jailhouse joy riding, take the hole back where it belongs and give the ladies a chance to reclaim the perverted penitentiary pedestal once and for all. Long before Chris Meloni and Lee Tergesen were sucking face…among other things, women in prison showed the world the wild wanton ways of those paying their debt to society. As they say, payback is a bitch. And how! Grrrrrr!

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Scales of Justice

Judgment: 86

Perp Profile

Studio: Troma
Video Formats:
• Full Frame
Audio Formats:
• Dolby Digital 2.0 Stereo (English)
Subtitles:
• None
Running Time: 84 Minutes
Release Year: 1987
MPAA Rating: Rated R
Genres:
• Drama
• Exploitation

Distinguishing Marks

• Introduction by Lloyd Kaufman
• Music Video: Kick in the Head by Purple Pam
• Trailers
• Terrific Troma Goodies

Accomplices

• IMDb








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