StrictlyConfidential Yes. I really did try to cut this imbecilic, z-grade slasher-trash/horror film some serious slack due to its low budget ($64,000) and the era that it came from (1972).But - Let me tell ya - If ever there was a crazed killer movie that deserved a minus-10 rating - Then - "The Gore Gore Girls" would definitely be it - 'Cause it was absolute rubbish.This film's story (that was aimed at a pure "white-trash" mentality) repeatedly encouraged the viewer to laugh out loud at women being brutally and sadistically murdered - And, it drove home the point that these women deserved exactly what was coming to them.Prior to "The Gore Gore Girls" - Filmmaker, H.G. Lewis had been directing films in this same narrow-minded genre for 10 years (with 30 films under his belt).And, yet - In all of that time Lewis' skills in his craft had not improved one bit since "Day One" with the word "amateur" and "inept" written all over "The Gore Gore Girls" from its boring start to its totally anti-climatic finish.... (*Note* - This film contains female nudity)

O2D I have so much to say about this movie but I must start by explaining that the plot summary is completely wrong.The reporter isn't ditzy, the private eye isn't sleazy and she only asks him to solve one murder. I will submit a correct summary, maybe they will use it. Anyway, the on screen title of this movie was Blood Orgy, even though this site doesn't list any alternate title. It also says the rating is X and that too is false.So the movie....I really don't know what to think of it. There was so much dumb stuff that it's hard to know if they were purposely trying to make it dumb. It starts off with the private eye putting his cat in a cupboard and then he is never home again for the rest of the movie. Then the reporter knocks on his door and above the knocker there is a piece of paper with his name on it that is taped to the door. The tape is under the paper and you can still see it.You can tell his "home" is really a hotel room even with the constant tight shot. He goes to a strip club and is rude to the waitress. A different waitress brings his drink but she acts like the first one. Are we supposed to think it's the same person? And he doesn't pay for the drink, even though he pays lots of other people just for information. Later the same exact thing happens with the waitress again. For the first half of the movie it sounds like the microphone is too far away from the actors, while most of the second half appears to be dubbed and sounds like they had their faces pressed against the microphone. At least a third of the movie is average looking women dancing like idiots to stupid music. They have them stripping to circus music and military marches and it's just a silly waste of time. At one point the guy flags down a taxi(the only other moving car in the entire movie), he walks up to the drivers door, opens it and tells the elderly driver to take the passed out drunk girl home. And the driver does it! Did I mention that he's making bad jokes all the time? Or that he talks to the camera a few times? Or that the gore effects may be the worst ever put on film? I didn't even get to the story. Oh well. Despite all the silliness, it's not a bad movie. Give it a chance.

Woodyanders Various sexy gals who work as go-go dancers at a seedy nightclub are murdered in assorted gruesome ways. Obnoxious and sarcastic stuck-up private eye Abraham Gentry (an amusingly smug performance by Frank Kress) persuades spunky reporter Nancy Weston (lovely Amy Ferrell) to pose as a stripper in order to catch the killer. Director Herschell Gordon Lewis and writer Alan J. Dachman treat the sleazy premise as one big sick and nasty black joke; the wickedly funny gallows humor at work here is certainly cruel and mean-spirited, but nonetheless still often uproarious in its very cheerfully unapologetic crassness. The gleefully over-the-top gore set pieces are truly something to behold: one gal's face gets smashed into a mirror, another has her head smashed into a gooey pulp, one lady's buttocks are savagely spanked with a meat tenderizer, a fourth victim has a hot iron pressed on her face and her nipples are cut off so her breasts can bleed milk (!), and yet another woman has her head dunked in a bowl of French fry grease. The fact that the make-up f/x are extremely cheap and shoddy only enhances the pervasively scuzzy atmosphere. The acting for the most part is laughably awful, with stand-out stinky contributions by Hedda Lubin as sassy waitress Marlene, Russ Badger as the dim-witted, hot-tempered Lt. Anderson, and Ray Sager as fruit-smashing ex-Marine Vietnam vet bartender Grout. Of course, we also get a pleasing abundance of tasty bare distaff skin on display. Henry Youngman as jolly strip club owner Marzdone Mobilie tells plenty of hysterically bad jokes. Alex Ameri's crude, unpolished cinematography, Lewis' wonky redundant score, and the ragged editing all further add to the picture's considerable scroungy charm. A total schlocky hoot.

gavin6942 A series of murders haunts the local strip club scene. A newspaper decides to hire the legendary Abraham Gentry (Frank Kress) to track down the killer, since the police seem obviously inept at the task. Using his advance payment at local strip clubs and interviewing the dancers (with such names as Candy Cane), Gentry begins to compile a list of suspects, including an ex-Vietnam vet who loves to crush produce. But, who is the killer? "The Gore Gore Girls" is Herschell Gordon Lewis' best film. While not his "masterpiece" and not a film he will go down in history for, this one (his last film until "Blood Feast 2" thirty years later) really pushes the exploitation genre to a peak. Crushed brains, eyeballs pulled out, lots of stripping and the enjoyable Frank Kress. Say what you will about Montag the Magnificent or Mayor Buckman or Fuad Ramses (all great Lewis characters). Abraham Gentry is just so suave and cocky, he could have appeared in sequel after sequel and I would devour them like flamingos with shrimp. But, shockingly, this was Frank Kress' first and last film. Where did he come from? Where did he go? Was he not interested in working after Lewis retired? We are all losers for his absence.What has made this film controversial for many people is not, believe it or not, the excessive gore, but a perceived misogyny inherent in the movie. Quite honestly, I did not see it. Sure, Gentry is not particularly kind to women. And yes, the film flatly exploits women (taking place in a strip club, for the most part). But it also has a women's liberation movement subplot (shown in what I would call a neutral light), and there is really nothing here that cannot be seen in any other horror or exploitation film. Nude women in the late 1960s and early 70s? And you are shocked by this? Less controversial, but far more memorable, is the gore. While perhaps not memorable to many people in the mainstream, one scene here will stand out for those familiar with the work of Herschell Gordon Lewis. Lewis had previously offered grisly torture in "The Wizard of Gore" and some great death traps in "Two Thousand Maniacs!" (the barrel roll, anyone?). But in "The Gore Gore Girls" he pushes the splatter to eleven on the blood and guts scale. Which scene am I referencing? The french-fried face? The iron? The scissors on the milk-squirting nipples? No. In one scene, a stripper is actually murdered by having her buttocks tenderized into hamburger with a mallet. No stabbing, no bone-crushing, no poison. Just excessive paddling. And for good measure, be sure to recall that the killer added a little bit of seasoning to the carnal creation.Add all this to the fact the film co-stars Lewis' most charming and attractive actress yet (Amy Farrell as reporter Nancy Weston) and we have a winner of a film. By far my favorite Lewis film, which is saying a lot as he is quickly become one of my favorite directors. Thank you Something Weird Video for providing us with such great cult films. And a special thank you to Andrew Borntreger, for pointing out to me that the bottle of acid in the film is "made in Poland"... I am not really sure what to make of that, but it seems all too proper in a flick like this.The commentary track is also quite informative, as Lewis will point out Ray Sager (he is easy to miss), talk about Henny Youngman's denial of being in the film, and explain why he disappeared from movies for thirty years. Believe it or not, at one point his films were considered lost and not worth finding, so he went into advertising. I have met Herschell twice now, and never tire of his stories... give them a listen.