Blood Orgy of the She-Devils

A powerful witch and her acolytes practice black magic and perform human sacrifices. This being a Ted V. Mikel's movie, I knew to not get my hopes up too high, and sure enough, the titular 'blood orgy', which comes at the end of the film, fails to impress: rather than a room full of naked, entwined, blood-drenched Satanists caught in the throes of ecstasy, we get a half-dozen women in fur bikinis doing a bad Pan's People dance routine to a bongo beat. Furthermore, the trippy opening credits accompanied by weird experimental electronic music, which suggest a wild, psychedelic piece of surreal cinema is in store for the viewer, are totally misleading: Mikel's direction is about as vanilla as it gets. It's lame, but at the same time the film possesses a naive schlocky charm that might make it endearing to fans of low-budget z-grade movies. And that's this film in a nutshell: it ain't going to wow the socks off anyone, but it's good for a few giggles if you're in the right mood. The best part of the whole film is definitely the hilarious seance that sees witch Mara (Lila Zaborin) channelling the voices of the dead, including a native American who speaks in clichéd 'Tonto talk': it's heap load of hokey silliness - me findum funny. Mara also provides sporadic laughs with her oft-repeated catchphrase 'As I will, so mote it be!' - you'll be saying it for weeks afterwards! A flashback to medieval times - clearly designed to cash in on the success of films like The Devils and Mark of the Devil - is clumsily handled by Mikels, his scenes of the burning and stoning of young women not nearly as nasty as those that inspired them. A rushed ending in which practitioners of white magic defeat Mara and her followers rounds off the film in unspectacular fashion.

You can believe Ted Mikels did in fact reserch witchcraft quite a bit before making "Blood Orgy Of The She Devils"; it has a lot of ideas jumbled into a non-plot trying to get Ted a piece of The "Roosemary's Baby" dollar.

Alas, it is all very lame, lacks any unintentional humor, and has none of the bounce of "The Girl In The Gold Boots". Much of Mikel's cast from that klutzy charmer are back, but even the wonderful Leslie McRae gets no chance to display any of the vunerable warmth and charm She had in that film. Hollywood sadly overlooked this stunning beauty who could have been a contender.

The rest is just cheap, absurd Ted, though played at a slower speed. On the DVD he talks a lot about his celebrated "castle"; where most of this was shot.

I spent $5 on a VHS copy of this film. I want that $5 back. I mean, think of all the gumballs I could have bought instead!

There's no orgy, there's little blood and Leslie McCrae hasn't learned to dance any better since her terrible turn in "The Girl in Gold Boots." Everyone in this film looks like they swallowed a quart of Nyquil before filming began. The plot...was there one? I saw this film less than six months ago and I can't remember much about its central storyline. Maybe it's a subconscious defense mechanism that caused me to block it from my memory. It's AWFUL! It tried too hard to be arty, and fails because nobody's art is going to be taken seriously when you have scantily clad go-go dancers wiggling around with long spears.

Big yawn.

A lot has been said about this film. But the title isn't what is in this movie. Blood, can't find any except some drops coming from someones mouth. But no more gore or blood in the rest of this flick.

Orgy, well I think you have to be naked and there have to be more then one girl and boy. Okay, so no nudity in this flick, not even a love or romantic part in this flick. No sex at all, why the word orgy?

She Devil, no devil is involved, just some spiritism. And I mean, a lot, of they go with blah blah blah and again blah blah blah.

a hell of a ride to sit this one out.

O yeah, did I ever mentioned that this one is a stupid one?

BLOOD ORGY OF THE SHE DEVILS opens with a blood sacrifice, complete with the She Devil Dance Troupe, observed by Victor French lookalike, William Bagdad. Presided over by the wicked high priestess / medium, Mara (Lila Zaborin), much hocus is pocussed.

Mara can contact and become possessed by her "Indian guide" (!), or her Aunt Jessica (!!) at will. She is soon called upon by criminal types to kill off their enemies. Mara is double-crossed, leading to big trouble.

Directed by schlock guru, Ted V. Mikels, what could have been interesting is instead an experiment in tedious absurdity. Mara's hyena-like squawks, squeals, and shrieks during her seances simply must be heard, though some of her emitted sounds might damage eardrums. This is sub-sludge cinema at its putrid, dull best! A true brain mulcher.

Ms. Zaborin is unforgettable in her ludicrous role, even if you try to forget about it...