Death Shock

'Death Shock' (1981 Video) is an insalubrious looking no-budget DTV 'horror' travesty from Grindhouse Britain, 'starring' that titillating triumphantly twin peaked tabloid temptress, the INFINITELY more salubrious-looking 80s sexpot Linzi Drew! The dung-dense, questionably ribald sex-occult narrative therein proving to be so profoundly complex that it could only be successfully realized with any degree of thematic efficacy by utilizing, not one, but two stalwart directors! Yet even with these two swoggle-eyed, scum-slinging dross-hounds at the increasingly unstable helm, 'Death Shock' remains a slender, sleazily scintillating morsel of richly questionable, fleshly-fabulous, sinfully suggestive Witchgrinder General fare!

Tyro polymath helmsman Frank Thring later 'directed' the subtle, and somewhat introspective work 'Come on my feet please!' Which I understand might well be part of his long-mooted, dialectical triptych regarding the merits of seminal discharge on disparate fleshly parts of the female anatomy; yet Frank Thring's unassailable, filmmaking legacy remains the somewhat paltry, stupefyingly shock-less 'Death Shock', and for your viewing edification, it has been lovingly shot in a gloriously fuzzy analogue haze of murksome 'Umatic video' (probably?), its unambiguously penurious look and grubby, Vaseline-lensed villainy adds a welcome, greasy-palmed verisimilitude to the sordid, multitudinously mucky narrative therein that the more degenerated celluloid Sin-seeker might well find just as boorishly appealing as I did! Forget the fright wig-exposing clarity of HD, I'd like to see a remastered Super-8 version of this bunghole'd B-Movie balderdash!!!!!

I liked Death Shock. I thought it wasn't a bad movie. The plot may have been a bit thin, and the acting sometimes wooden, but the sex scenes were very good considering it was made in the UK, and was about as hot and legal as it could be. The female cast are good looking, and included if I'm not mistaken, Virginia Slade, an extremely attractive model and actress. I believe she had a run in at one time with Lord Lichfield over some sexy snaps, and she also acted in various theatre productions in the UK. For me, she made the movie and her scenes were hot. I think the producers could have titled the film better, and I also wonder if there was a harder version made for Europe etc.

I spent 15 years trying to find this film before finally picking up a UK pre certificate tape of it.

Well it was pretty much just as I expected it to be.Lots of soft core action with obscured viewing angles and action just out of screen etc. In fact you could be forgiven for calling this a soft core Ben Dover since the director Steve Perry went on to create the Ben Dover series and this plays exactly like a Ben Dover film. You do get the feeling that there are hardcore scenes that have been removed but I don't know of a stronger version.

Not really worth the £50 I paid for it (uk pre certificate tapes are very collectible) but a worthy addition to my collection none the less.

I have to be honest and say that I haven't got much to say about Death Shock; which isn't surprising since there isn't much of it to speak of. At just forty seven minutes, I'm not sure if it's actually feature length - but feature length or not, it really isn't very interesting. Lesbians and devil worship are good plot themes, but in this film that's all they are. There is a thin basic plot, which follows a group of six friends whose car breaks down in Norwich and they then take shelter at a nearby mansion. From there, it's just sex scenes with a hint of black magic and precious little else going on. The most intriguing thing about this film is definitely the fact that it's British - Britain is well known the world over for being slightly prudish, yet this film doesn't shy away from sex which makes it stand out. This isn't much good, however, when you're sat watching it; as the way it plays out is mostly boring 'seen it all before' kind of stuff, and the fact that the running time is on the short side is a very good thing. Overall, I can't recommend going to the trouble of tracking Death Shock down.

A lone female cyclist in a very short skirt travels down a country road, coming to a rest at a gated field. As the young woman dismounts her bicycle and climbs over the gate, the camera seizes every opportunity to zoom in on the exposed gusset of her tight white knickers.

Obviously having never been warned of the dangers of walking down a lonely wooded path on her own, the girl then proceeds to do just that, totally unperturbed by the loud Satanic chanting coming from up ahead; before you can say 'devil worshippers', she finds herself being pursued by several naked men.

A quick vault back over the gate results in her skirt being torn, revealing her knickers once again. Unable to remember how to ride her bike, the frightened woman then continues on foot, fails to flag down a passing car (driven by the only bloke in the world who wouldn't stop for a clearly distressed, fit bird in a short skirt) and falls in a swimming pool, before being trapped, stripped, and sacrificed to Old Nick by her assailants.

This trashy pre-credits sequence to Death Shock is so cheap and tawdry that one might easily be forgiven for thinking that this film is going to be a totally unmissable piece of exploitative horror cinema. Nothing could be farther from the truth, though, the focus of the film being solely on arousing its viewers rather than scaring them. Director Lindsey Honey, better known as hardcore porn star Ben Dover, spends the remainder of his scant 47 minute running time cramming in as many sex scenes as humanly possible, but this being a British film, the bonking has been carefully choreographed and edited so as to avoid revealing anything that might break the UK's Draconian obscenity laws of the day (they're graphic enough, however, to suggest that perhaps a harder version was also produced for a less uptight European market). The result is tedious, to say the least.

Shot in 1981 on an ultra low budget, expect all the women to have ugly hairdos and terrible fashion sense (we're talking day-glo Ra-Ra skirts here, folks!), at least one of the men to be sporting a Nigel Mansell style 'tache, and terrible acting from all involved, including a particularly bad but incredibly funny performance from UK sex industry legend Linzi Drew.