Porno Holocaust (1981) - Joe D'Amato

in the early nineteen eighties the sex film industry, still reeling from its explosive 'seventies, was rife with cocaine and body hair. women were muffed, men were moustached, and everyone was balls deep in blow. pornography was in its heyday: black or white, dude or lady, solo or sex party - the "anything goes" attitude made for seemingly endless possibilities in the land of the lewd. all this is true of porno holocaust, but mere sexploitation was not enough for auteurs like joe d'amato. he had a vision, and it was bloody. bloody awful.

unfortunately, the preferred bodily fluid of this film remains true to porn form, leaving it somewhat lacking in the horror department. the "plot" attempting to link its various sexcapades is reminiscent of the creature features of prior decades, but without twists, turns, or even a decent kill scene. with underwhelming orgasms as the film's only attempt to climax, it leaves cult movie fans awkwardly unsatisfied.

bottom line: too much porno, not enough holocaust.