Thursday, April 2, 2009

The Gore Gore Girls (1972)

Fear 2/5
Gore 5/5
Creepiness 3/5
Entertainment 5/5

As I continue to delve into the delightful catalogue of Mr. Herschell Gordon Lewis, its becoming apparent that there is a formula to his films. Insert one really eccentric character, have him deliver cheesy and ridiculous dialogue, the overall plot is completely ancillary to the blood and gore, and the gorier and more zoom-in camera, gross-out action that can be captured, the better.
The Gore Gore Girls, focuses on a wily and weird private detective that has been hired by a local newspaper columnist to hunt down a killer who's had a hand in a series of grisly murders, of which, go go girls are the victims. He scours the city but mostly confines himself to the local go go club with his female columnist cohort, trying to track down the murderer whom he believes hangs around the club, who is completely anonymous to the owner and patrons alike.
The kill scenes are gory, over the top and completely excessive. It seems like Lewis ratchets up the gore factor from film to film, getting increasingly more graphic and ridiculously over the top. In one particularly heinous scene, the killer bends a particular go go girl over her kitchen table, proceeds to pull down her UnderRoos, and beats her rump repeatedly with a meat tenderizer. Its cringe inducing, as the repeated beatings make her poop shooter look like a hamburger patty.
So like a really sick and twisted version of Scooby Doo, the private dick catches up with and unveils the identity of the killer at the end of the film. In one seriously goofy scene, the killer decides to end it all, with a resounding splat (literally that was the sound effect that was made, 'SPLAT') on the street below the apartment where they were hiding out. And for added effect, a car runs over the killer's head. Stellar!
A totally over-the-top and ingenious affair, without a modicum of seriousness, Lewis is 2-for-2 so far. Oh, and the go go dancing and stripping scenes were altogether comical as well. Nothing screams trouser snake stiffy like a girl dancing to marching band music. Oh yeah.
Cortez the Killer

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