Behind Convent Walls

Interno di un convento (1978) is a curious artifact of its era, straddling the hazy line between art-house aesthetics and softcore indulgence. The film conjures an undeniably rich atmosphere, one that leans heavily on candlelit shadows, crumbling frescoes, and cloistered corridors. Visually, it's often striking. Borowczyk, a known provocateur of the screen, has a painter's eye for composition, and in isolated frames, this film nearly convinces you it's something deeper than it is. But beauty here is skin-deep.

While the cinematography deserves praise for its textural richness and attention to tactile detail (dust, linen, and bare stone all rendered with almost devotional care), it's ultimately in service of a meandering, disjointed narrative that offers little emotional engagement. The camera lingers, but not with meaning. Instead of introspection, we get prolonged gazes that blur the line between voyeurism and monotony.

As for performances, the largely female cast is given little room to explore beyond breathy dialogue and stiff choreographed gestures. Marina Pierro emerges as the most watchable presence, managing to hint at inner life with a glance or pause, but even she is swallowed by the film's shapeless rhythm and lack of tonal clarity. Dialogue often feels dubbed and disconnected, stripping scenes of any real dramatic weight.

Borowczyk flirts with themes of repression, desire, and guilt, but the script lacks the narrative or emotional scaffolding to hold them up. Instead, the film comes off as distracted, more interested in provocation than storytelling. The tone slips between solemn and absurd without commitment to either, leaving the audience adrift.

BEHIND CONVENT WALLS tells the disturbing story of what really goes on in these bastions of female sanctimony. As suspected, once they're done with their duties and devotions, off go the clothes! As if dancing and wearing straw hats weren't bad enough, these sisters of sin engage in all manner of carnal activity! Not-at-all surprisingly, they're all young, nubile beauties, ready for action!

What is an ancient, shrewish Reverend Mother to do? Why, scream, condemn, and bring down the law, of course! This method works in the same way that gasoline can be used to extinguish a bonfire! As a result, fleshly fun-time explodes exponentially!

So, the Reverend Mother institutes harsher rules. Nudity skyrockets. You haven't truly lived until you've witnessed a nun, dressed only in her habit, playing a violin!

Ugly, hairy men are introduced to carry on with the naked novitiates. Annnd, if hairy men aren't available, well, it's like the song says, "Sisters are doing it for themselves". You'll never look at Jeezuz in quite the same way again. Guaranteed.

For fans of the nun exploitation sub-genre, this is certainly one of the more blasphemous examples. Religious symbols and iconography have rarely been mingled with sensuality so blatantly. This makes KILLER NUN look like a Sunday school play!...

What supposedly goes on 'behind convent walls' is the subject matter of pretty much every nunsploitation film ever made, and this film is director Walerian Borowczyk's take on the theme. Given that he previously directed The Beast; I have to say that I was expecting something a little stranger from the director, and while the film does have some quirks not seen in other nunsploitation efforts; it has to be said that it's pretty much a textbook entry and that is really the most disappointing thing about it. As ever, its sex, Satanism and general sinning that is the order of the day; although the film does not really follow a set narrative. The film is apparently based on a novel by someone called 'Stendhal' and focuses on a convent, where most of the nuns are beautiful and like to do everything except what nuns are supposed to do (despite having seen so many films about nuns, I actually don't know what that is!). Basically, what we get is the leaders of the convent trying to instill proper values in the nuns, while the nuns ignore them.

This genre is best known for its hardcore entries by directors such as Joe D'Amato, but this one is actually surprisingly soft. The director delights in showing the nuns half dressed; we get plenty of shots of naked women wearing the nun's headgear and while it could be considered blasphemous, it's not particularly offensive. The most noteworthy scene of the movie goes against the flow a little bit and sees a nun pleasuring herself with a carving featuring the face of Jesus! Outside of that, however, the film doesn't feature the hardcore atrocities that Joe D'Amato delights in filming. The plot is really unimportant and it soon becomes apparent that the film is only going to be an excuse to show what (or rather, what probably doesn't) go on behind convent walls. The women are all rather beautiful and the cinematography is too which ensures that the film is at least nice to look at. Overall, I don't think this film will do a lot for those wanting hardcore pornography from their nunsploitation; but it's a decent film and provides enough for the average nunsploitation fan.

Borowsky's artistic, distinctively edgy pseudo-art erotic movie will appeal to all familiar with his work. The over-exposed light pours in through the windows and light up the stark, angular corridors, perfectly off-setting the naked female bodies on display. The plot is pretty mundane stuff - a mother superior has trouble keeping her naughty nuns from sins of the flesh (that's pretty much it). Although the weird subplots about stigmata and a nun who seems to believe Jesus slept with her in her sleep will please art-house fans like me. The film is set against a loud organ score (reminiscent of the art-house classic Last Year at Marienbad) and of course it all ends pretty tragically. This is a great little art-house film, although the acting is at times a little hokey (not helped by terrible dubbing) and it isn't exactly the biggest budget in the world. Ironically, given the film's exploitionist title, there isn't much here for softcore porn fans (a little female masterbation and 2 or 3 short (heterosexual) sex scenes) but fans of this kind of european arthouse should be more than happy.

Despite some very ropey, almost Franco-like camera-work and generally lacklustre performances, Walerian Borowczyk's "Behind Convent Walls" (aka "Within a Cloister") is an artsploitation film with real erotic value.

The plot is nonsense, but the convent setting is convincing and the scenes of nuns behaving badly are directed with great erotic detail.

With the exception of the Mother Superior, these sisters have more interest in phallic objects, masturbation, lesbianism and the local lads than the Holy Trinity. It's a good thing because this is a Borowczyk film and Borowczyk, the director of "Immoral Tales" and "The Beast", is at his best when focusing his camera on illicit sexuality.

The film has an art-house patina, measured pacing and a heavy-handed organ score, but it remains an interesting curio for its single-minded subversiveness and cast of carnally-minded Christians.

Euro art trash at its finest.