Orgy of the Dead (1965)

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RATING– ✮✮✮½

DIRECTOR– Stephen C. Apostolof

PLOT– One night each year fiends, unnatural creatures, and monstrous spirits of all kinds gather graveside for an orgy of epic proportions. The Amazing Criswell, as The Emporer, oversees this macabre spectacle and orders The Black Ghoul to please him with undead strippers. Unfortunately, two travelers decide to stop at that cemetery on the very same night. Lots of topless evil happens.

5 REASONS TO WATCH

  1. Topless dancing golden statues
  2. Topless dancing Hawaiin islanders
  3. Topless dancing Mexican senoritas
  4. Topless dancing kitty-cats
  5. fog (I had to come up with something else!)

REVIEW– An “orgy” never really appealed to me. It seems to always carry a creepy or illicit connotation.

I’ve never heard of an “orgy” of clowns. Nor have I been invited to a pizza “orgy”. I’ve never met anyone who had thrown a birthday “orgy” for family or friends.

I’m not saying those things don’t exist, I just believe if they did, I would not want to attend. Nor would I care to be associated with people who organized those orgies.

However, I am not Ed Wood.

Ed Wood seems to love a good ‘ol orgy (he wrote the screenplay, for gosh sakes). He also seems to know exactly what happens at an orgy. Evidently, lots and lots of women dancing… and lots and lots of nudity… and lots and lots of maniacal laughing.

It would appear The Amazing Criswell, of Plan 9 for Outer Space fame, has been elected Devil Emporer of Orgies (which seems an entirely appropriate job title for Mr. Criswell) and he’s going to make this night’s orgy one to remember. He demands to be entertained. Whether it be a slave whipped by her muscle-bound captors or an Indian princess calling upon pagan deities during an obscene ritual, Criswell commands they dance and that dance better have lots of jiggling breasts.

And I mean LOTS of jiggling breasts. 75% of Orgy of the Dead is jiggling breasts… and therein lies my problem with an “orgy”.

Don’t get me wrong, I like breasts. Breasts are good. Heck, I’ll even concede that breasts are fun. But that’s just too much jiggling of the breasts. 

When I visit a party, I just want to enjoy my mini-eggrolls and vodka-lemonade. I expect to savor lots of those fun snack foods and lots of interesting drinks, but I do not expect that captive women will be made to dance for the party’s host’s enjoyment with breasts swinging and swaying to and fro.

I guess that’s what differentiates a plain ol’ party from and orgy. Call me a prude, but I’ll take a nice plate of chocolate chip cookies over dozens of breasts flailing willy-nilly all over the place any day.

I want to be completely honest here, though… I enjoyed Orgy of the Dead quite a bit. It’s outrageous, it’s lurid, it’s untamed, and it’s comically bad. By golly, I love all those things.

Maybe not at a party I’m attending, but they all make a great B-movie.

So if you’re like Ed Wood, you’ll love this movie. And if you’re like me, you’ll also love this movie… just maybe not for the same reasons.

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