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Apparently there are more export products coming from Switzerland than just fancy watches, pocketknives and cuckoo clocks! For instance this harrowing and severely devastating exploitation gem, which undoubtedly WILL affect you in some way. Superficially, "Mosquito The Rapist" appears to be another load of sick-spirited & extreme 70's trash, but if you make the effort to observe the film closer, you'll discover that it's actually an intense and tragic drama rather than just euro-smut. Werner Pochath portrays an anonymous deaf-mute man in his early twenties, working as an accountant and living in a ramshackle studio that he decorated with uncanny dolls. Flashbacks show that his father was very abusive and he regularly witnessed how his little sister was sexually assaulted, so naturally he carries a truckload of childhood traumas with him. He keeps his perverted "desires" under control by regularly breaking into morgues and mutilating girls' corpses as well as slurping their blood through a homemade glass straw. This particular device has two little points at the end, which makes it look like vampire's teeth. When his secret love-interest (a hippie-girl that lives in his building) tragically dies, the mutilations become far more sadistic and he eventually turns to brutal murder. The scenes showing "Mosquito" inside the morgues are quite repulsive. He pokes out the eyes of corpses, cuts open their torsos and sucks their blood while lying on top of them. Yet, even more impressive is the constantly grim & disturbing atmosphere director Marijan Vadja manages to sustain! This boy's entire existence is so sad and so depressing that you simply can't bring yourself to fully abominate him. It's probably the only film I've seen in my whole life where I felt compassionate for a depraved pervert. There's a minimum of dialogue, but tons of saddening music and unpleasant images of a pauperized society. These are all aspects that emphasize the dramatic themes of the film and NOT the exploitative sleaze & violence. "Mosquito The Rapist" is also a shockingly well-made and even stylish film! The camera-work and editing are competently handled and even the acting performances are adequate. Those who're expecting a cheap, bottom-of-the-barrel exploitation flick will surely be (pleasantly?) surprised. You can always raise questions regarding what's the point of making such a movie and/or what the added cinematic value is. Of course, there's none… But still this shouldn't keep fans of cult films from purchasing this obscure baby! It's at least a dozen times better than it looks!

* Note: this user comment is dedicated to IMDb-user Scott-from-Modesto. Without his help, I probably never would have found this movie.

"Mosquito" is one of the most original horror films from the seventies. Quite possibly the most disturbing romantic horror film you'll come across from this period.

Loosely based on a real case, this film deals with a traumatized young man (Werner Pochath), who in his childhood became deaf and dumb after having been beaten by his own father. Excluded from close human contact, he seeks company in the local graveyard. Still, he has secret feelings for the girl (Birgit Zamulo) next door, who also seems to live inside her own different world.

With gorgeous photography, an "out of this world" soundtrack by maestro Dafydd Llywelyn, and exceptional acting by Werner Pochath - this is a film to remember. Still, we need a better commercial release of it, than what's out on the market (the German DVD was OK, but could have been a lot better, and it's out of print anyway).

As others have mentioned this at once, obscure, perverse and rather slow. I'm not sure I'd go along with 'silly', but there are some moments more inept than others which, possibly just as well, help one treat this less than wholeheartedly seriously. On the other hand, such is the lead's obsession, to the extent that we cannot see why he even foes these things or what he gets out of them, we are drawn onto his side. There are no repercussions after his forays into graveyards and mortuaries, no evident police investigations and left with the awful night activities and the merciless teasing he gets in the office, we tend to see things from his point of view. The very 'nonsense' element regarding the bloodlust means that we are unable to detach ourselves as easily from the protagonist and his activities. Interesting and gory and certainly a very different take on obsession.

Pochtath is excellent in this incredible,spooky feature with similarities to the more famous MARTIN (made around the same time).The image of him sucking blood from a corpse with a glass straw is unforgettable.It doesn't matter that some of the FX look hokey and the english dubbed version has awkward dialogue,this is one of a kind and should be required viewing for all horror fans.Incidentally,Pochtath can also be spotted briefly in Dario Argento's THE CAT O' NINE TAILS.

The enigmatic, visually striking Austrian actor, Werner Pochath, makes for quite a jarring anti-hero in, Marijan Vajda's controversial, blood-suckingly bonkers 70s Euro-shocker, 'Bloodlust' aka 'Mosquito der Schänder' (1977), and his vividly macabre machinations as the maniacal, perversely plasma-purloining, deaf-mute necrophiliac,'Mosquito', queasily makes for a malevolent, memorably morbid, furtively death defiling, stomach-churningly strange persona you shall not soon forget!!!

Unmatched in its depravity!!! Dare you behold beautiful, macabrely morgue-laid females being so blasphemously violated by an ungodly fiend's twisted peccadilloes! Not once in the bloodthirstier annals of psychotronic Cinema have sinisterly supine sirens been exsanguinated with such despicable intent, as never before in living memory have all vestiges of humanity been suspended so disgracefully in order to luridly appease the degenerated delectations of depraved 70s horror gourmands! Vajda's infamously grim horror film was said to have provided the inspiration for bravura, boundary transgressing Teutonic troublemaker, Jörg Buttgereit's very own morbid masterpiece of grievous grave violation, 'Nekromantik'. It is quite fair to say that the rapaciously perverse appetites of Bloodlust's insanely introverted, doll fetishising, eerily eyeball extracting, corpse coveting creep has lost none of its darkly sensual, squirm-inducing appeal!