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Nostalgic for sleaze, part IV: film review for ‘Images in a Convent.’

Back in March 2012, I began a series of blog posts entitled Nostaglic for Sleaze, in which I pondered over the sexualized violence present in certain subgenres of exploitation cinema. These posts made reference to three specific films — Images in a Convent (1979), Women in Cages (1971), and Ilsa, She Wolf of the SS (1974) — each an example of the exploitation subgenre nunsploitation, WIP (Women in Prison) films, and naziploitation, respectively. I will now offer, for your reading pleasure, my review of each of these films in descending order from “most enjoyable/least offensive” to “least enjoyable/completely offensive.” SPOILER ALERT: while these films are over 30 years old, I’m willing to bet that many of you haven’t seen any or all of these films. Be warned that, in order to adequately discuss them, I have to reveal plot, etc. — insomuch as there is plot in these films.

Nuns behaving badly in Joe D’Amato’s Images in a Convent (1979).

1. Nunsploitation developed and thrived in countries such as Spain and Italy where deeply-entrenched Catholicism presided over strict moral codes that controlled sexual behaviour. The revolutionary spirit of the 1960’s lingered in the cinema of the decade that followed, and Spanish and Italian filmmakers of the 1970’s collectively thumbed their nose at the repressive regime of the Catholic Church. While Jess (Jesus) Franco is perhaps the best known filmmaker working within this subgenre, my favourite amongst the nunsploitation catalog is Joe D’Amato’s Images in a Convent (1979). D’Amato’s late entry into the “naughty nun” pantheon has all the requisite elements of the subgenre — nudity, heterosexual couplings, lesbianism, and floggings — all propelled forward by the presence of a demonic being that forces the Sisters to contravene their vows of chastity. A mysterious, wounded man discovered on the convent grounds is brought inside for medical treatment, and then the sexy hijinks ensue. It’s all good, naughty, and surprisingly hardcore fun for the time period  — and then, BAM! — out of nowhere comes a brutal and completely offensive rape scene that kills the naughty-fun buzz. Many fans of this film have advised skipping over this scene in subsequent viewings, and I would recommend the same. While certainly not the most horrific rape scene I’ve ever viewed in a film (though they all are, really), it simply doesn’t belong in this otherwise sexy-campy-romp film. The film concludes with an all-out, no-holds, pulling-out-all-the-stops climactic frenzy (pun intended), in which a convent of writhing nuns mount a formidable resistance against a priest performing an exorcism in an effort to banish the evil, carnal forces.

Production: One of the advantages that European exploitation filmmakers possessed over their North American compatriots was access to beautiful historic locations. This film appears to have been shot within an actual convent, though the precise location in Italy is not given (though the Cardinal who visits at the beginning of the film reveals that he’s journeying to Milan, so one assumes that the convent is located not too far from there). The images are all soft-focus, and the camera work reasonably accomplished for a B-movie.

Sin factor: Let’s not be coy here. This is, for all intents and purposes, a pornographic film with costumes and production value. Unlike other ‘sexploitation’ films of the era, Images in a Convent includes both female and male frontal nudity — the latter particularly uncommon — and explicit sex, including penetration. That being said, the graphic sexuality is much tamer than material you’d see in contemporary pornography. There are two notably violent scenes: the repellent rape scene, and a flogging scene. Other films of this ilk, however, such as the Japanese  School of the Holy Beast, are considerably more violent.

Recommended, with slight reservation. Rated UR/NC-17. Incidentally, I’ve discovered a link to the entire film here — NSFW, obviously.

Next review, Women in Cages (1971).

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Nostalgic for sleaze, part II: Nazis, nuns, and wicked prison wardens.

In my previous blog post, I waxed nostalgic over the print advertisements for grindhouse theatres that appeared in the newspapers back in the 1970’s, the heyday of exploitation cinema. I felt the need to establish my long-term relationship with these films, in order to provide context for the discussion that follows. As you’ll soon read, the relationship I have with exploitation cinema is a conflicted one. It’s highly reminiscent of those teenage Bad Boys I yearned for in high school: appealing in their dangerous good-looks and rule-breaking nonconformity, but essentially all abusive jerks. Simply put, exploitation cinema isn’t always kind in its treatment of women.

But before we delve too much further, let’s trot out the standard definition of ‘exploitation film‘ as offered up by Wikipedia:

Exploitation film is a type of film that is promoted by “exploiting” often lurid subject matter. The term exploitation is common in film marketing, used for all types of films to mean promotion or advertising. These films then need something to exploit, such as a big star, special effects, sex, violence, romance, etc. [...] The audiences of art and exploitation film are both considered to have tastes that reject the mainstream Hollywood offerings. [...] Exploitation films may adopt the subject matter and styling of regular film genres, particularly horror films and documentary films, and their themes are sometimes influenced by other so-called exploitative media, such as pulp magazines.

Typically, the exploitation film was a low-budget B-movie, created as cheap, double-feature fodder for drive-in theatres. In order to attract audiences, they promised risqué content not offered by mainstream Hollywood productions. Sex and violence frequently intermingled, and were served up as an intoxicating cocktail of naughtiness. Hence, many of the exploitation subgenres — including the three I’ll examine here — contain copious amounts of nudity and sexualized violence.

As mentioned in my previous post, I shall focus my discussion on three subgenres of exploitation cinema: nunsploitation, WIP (Women in Prison) films, and Naziploitation. Apart from the fact that I typically write about depictions of gender in film, I wanted to address these particular subgenres for the simple reason that they are variations on the exact same narrative. And this narrative runs as follows:

A sadistic lesbian [Mother Superior/prison warden/Nazi Stalag Commandant] oversees the naked torture and general abuse of her attractive female wards. A young ingénue enters the [convent/prison/concentration camp] and must overcome great obstacles. She ultimately escapes, and her tormentor/s receive their final comeuppance.

Now, let’s parse this narrative. The variable same-sex settings — convent, prison or concentration camp (essentially another form of prison) — provide the excuse and opportunity for lesbian sex. This is the same sort of lipstick-lesbian fantasy that frequents pornography produced for heterosexual men. Presumably, the buxom women that populate these films are (mostly) lesbian by circumstance, rather than true sexual preference. This detail maintains the fantasy element for its predominantly male audience, who can enjoy the lesbian spectacle onscreen, while their belief in the inherent heterosexuality of these female characters remains intact.

The same-sex settings also provide opportunity for a second, considerably more sinister element: violence perpetrated on women by other women. Given the context of the various scenarios, this violence takes the form of ritualized or systematic abuse and torture. The cruel prison warden portrayed by Pam Grier in Women in Cages (1971) derives sadistic pleasure from the physical punishment of her female wards. Similarly, the Mother Superior from Joe D’Amato’s Images in a Convent (1979) vents her sexual frustration on one of her nuns through ritualistic flogging. The Nazi Stalag Commandant from Ilsa, She Wolf of the SS (1974) tortures her female prisoners with the curiously-misguided goal of proving female superiority over men. Is all this girl-on-girl violence merely the cinematic equivalent of a catfight, or is there something more menacing at play here?

Flogging constitutes a form of foreplay in Joe D’Amato’s raunchy “Images in a Convent” (1979).

One possible theory I have is that girl-on-girl violence seems less sinister and realistic than violence perpetrated on women by men, and thus more palatable to an audience in the context of an exploitation film. It can argued that the poorly-written scripts, implausible scenarios and less-than-stellar acting commonly found in these films tends to undercut any convincing menace in a torture scene. When you also factor in the high camp of a Nazi Commandant whose ample bosom threatens to burst out from her fetishistic SS uniform — well, it all seems more absurd than truly sinister.

But none of this answers the question “why is sex and violence so often paired together in these films?” I’ll attempt to tackle this big question in my next blog post.

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Nostalgic for sleaze, part I: sex, violence and newspaper movie listings.

“Who has not a hundred times, found himself committing a vile or silly action, for no other reason than because he knows he should not?”
– Edgar Allan Poe.

The impossibly busty Chesty Morgan was a grindhouse fixture in the 1970s.

I may be dating myself here, but I am a child of the 1970’s. One of my favourite childhood activities involved sprawling across the living room floor with the newspaper, closely studying the movie listings in the Entertainment section. Why, do you ask, was a young child so thoroughly fascinated by the listings in the movie section? Simple. The latter two pages of the movie section were customarily reserved for advertisements for the drive-in theatres and the smaller, single-screen (and second-tier) movie houses, typically referred to as the grindhouse theatres. And these theatres promised that which you could not readily access anywhere else: the sleazy, the pornographic, the violent, the gory, and the shocking. In short, the lurid subject matter of the exploitation film. The hardworking Ontario Censor Board had effectively shielded my innocent eyes from viewing such troubling content on TV and in the movie theatres, but their efforts did not prevent me from finding it elsewhere. In fact, as the above quote from Edgar Allan Poe suggests, it was precisely due to the forbidden nature of this content that I felt compelled to seek it out. And so, my preadolescent self scrutinized those back pages of the movie section, trying to imagine — unsuccessfully, no doubt — just how “the vampires do it”, or marveling at the intimidating assets of Chesty Morgan. After all, it was the latter part of the 1970’s and the heyday of schlock and exploitation cinema.

A movie print advertisement for “4 orgies of evil”, as it would’ve appeared in the newspaper.

Now, for the benefit of my younger readers, allow me to place these grindhouse movie listings in the proper context. These listings served as my only window onto a dark, seedy and alternate world, one that ran parallel to the family-friendly bright lights of the local cineplex. While I was far too young to view these films, simply the knowledge of their existence thrilled me. This was the era that predated the proliferation of videotape, and was several years before the DVD or, yes kids, even the Internet. If, for instance, you wanted to view what a human being might look like after being turned inside out, you’d have to trek from the cozy comfort of your suburban home into the inner city and plunk your money down at the kiosk of a grimy grindhouse theatre. In stark contrast, in this digital age of the 21st-century, you would simply Google “horror movie in which people are turned inside out,” and discover that Roger Corman’s Screamers is the cinematic gem you seek, then set about finding a copy online*.

This preamble about nostalgia and 1970’s movie listings is my long-winded way of introducing a new series of blog posts on the exploitation film. As the topics I tend to fixate on typically involve gender, sex and violence, I plan to focus my discussion on exploitation films that most clearly address these subjects: nunsploitation, WIP (Women in Prison) films, and naziploitation.

Next up, flogging as a form of foreplay in the nunsploitation film.

*Here’s some fun facts about Corman’s Screamers, a re-released US version of Sergio Martino’s The Island of the Fishmen (1979)

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