Monday, May 28, 2007

Wanda the Sadistic Hypnotist (1969)

It's rare that I find a film's framing device more interesting than its main body, but that's what you get with this meager, confused grindhouse offering. There's more padding in this film than a 13-year-old girl's training bra -- director Greg Corarito couldn't milk enough from his scenario to fill even an hour, so he uses an it's-only-a-movie frame and throws in a nudie-camp short to boot, just to get his film over the feature-length mark. There's even a wraparound stinger that hearkens forward to the time-bending shenanigans of Nude for Satan. These accouterments, though obvious time-wasters, are fun in a cheesy sort of way. They also serve the function of distracting from the actual film, a horrid piece of shit about a guy in a car accident who is abducted and used as a love slave by the worst actress in the world and her lesbian gal pal. Until he isn't. But then he is again. Meanwhile, there's a rapist on the loose and a party where the lead shows off her mad hypnosis skillz and I haven't even gotten to the LSD yet but the story's already spun itself into incoherence and tedium. It's one of those obnoxious exploitation features where the director assumed the audience would be too busy being shocked by his supposed offensiveness to notice or care that the film is more or less a collection of scenes shown at random; I, however, being a thinking individual, could only sympathize with the framing-device moviegoer whenever Corarito would cut back to him looking vaguely bored or befuddled. Funniest credit: Apparently, this slim thing was a novel (also by Corarito) first!

Grade: D+


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