Behind Convent Walls

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.

Young nuns dance, play musical instruments, walk around their convent naked and indulge in various sexual activities, much to the displeasure of Mother Superior. That's pretty much the plot, boredom had set in about half way through. Lots of female full frontal nudity, including close ups of genitals. Is this a Borowczyk art-house movie or just an excuse for some softcore porn? Probably a bit of both but for me it was unimpressive on both counts. I did watch the cut Redemption VHS but I doubt an extra 24 seconds of footage would change my mind. There are much better "nunsploitation" movies out there.

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!...

This is one of the more notable nunsploitation films (shot in Italy), which was rushed into production after a proposed project starring Monica Vitti fell through. Being the Borowczyk fan that I am (even if about a third of his work that I've watched has proved disappointing to a degree!), I had wanted to purchase the R2 DVD ever since it was released but kept postponing it for a couple of reasons - one, because it's only available in an English-dubbed version (though it's not too bad as these things go) and, two, the somewhat prohibitive price (in fact, it's only while in London recently that I managed to find the most affordable copy, albeit still not cheap at $25!).

As is to be expected from this Polish film-maker, we're treated to an artier kind of erotica (some of the sex surprisingly involving Ligia Branice, Mrs. Borowczyk herself!) - with lush soft-focus cinematography by the renowned Luciano Tovoli. However, despite being a Stendhal adaptation, Borowczyk here pays little regard for the usual necessities of plot and characterization (in fact, apart from Branice and future muse Marina Pierro, the nuns are virtually indistinguishable from one another): this semi-improvised approach does render the whole somewhat inconsequential (especially in comparison to some of his other work), to say nothing of aloof - which eventually detracts from the impact the tragedy at the end ought to have (despite involving murder, a couple of suicides and a determined effort by the higher echelons of the church to hush up the affair altogether)!

Even so, the director's hand is unmistakable throughout, inevitably reaping the occasional reward - not only his customary fetishizing of props (such as the controversial and oft-censored scene in which the face of Christ is carved on a piece of wood, then utilized by one of the nuns as a dildo!) but also his fervent attack on figures of authority, class structure and especially the repressiveness of Catholicism (linking the film with, among others, such earlier Borowczyk fare as BLANCHE [1971], IMMORAL TALES [1974] and THE BEAST [1975]).

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.