(1974) dir. Luigi Batzella
Talk about suffering for art. Or maybe suffering because of it.
Nude for Satan was meant to be a nice pairing for a double feature with Vampyros lesbos (1971). I hope that you can imagine the theme of the pairing from the titles alone. However, I didn’t manage to watch them both in one night, and it’s just as well.
Nude for Satan is definitely one of the worst films that I have seen in ages. From the camera work, the special effects, the half-assed narrative to the downright dullness, it’s really not worth the effort.
The story follows a doctor who discovers a beautiful woman in a car crash on a desolate country road. He goes up to a mansion on a hill to seek help and finds (literally) behind door number 1: a cackling man lying on the ground with something like a rod through his neck, then behind door number 2: a sex scene (which he shudders at more quickly than the creepy dead guy.) And yet, he keeps looking. Like maybe the telephone is behind door number 3?
There is this whole duality thing, with doppelgangers of the man and the woman. And there is the devil,…I guess. The devil likes orgies. And then there is this very bizarre, quite humorous really, scene in a big spider web with the phoniest-looking spider ever made. I actually thought to myself that Ed Wood, Jr. might have enjoyed this film.
There is one other scene, the only cool effect, I thought, where the woman, confronted by the satan guy suddenly flashes naked like he has just undressed her with his eyes. In the film in which the camera effects are as amateurish as you can possibly imagine, this was the one trick that worked. You gotta take it for what you can.
In the end, it seems that the whole narrative is somewhat of a bizarre dream, brought on by the car crash, which, though one of the most cliche narrative devices around, somehow surprised me here. Maybe just because I wasn’t expecting it. This film does make Vampyros lesbos look like Citizen Kane (1941).