Gore Gore Girls, The (1972)
“That’s the second of my friends that have been killed in the last couple of days!”
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Review: … complete with plenty of Lewis’s characteristically tasteless mutilation of female flesh (in this case, buttocks are tenderized and seasoned, faces are deep fried and ironed, heads are smashed in and scooped out — you know, that kind of thing). Meanwhile, the rest of the narrative consists of interminable stripping sequences that do nothing to further the story; naturally, I’m not naive enough to be confused about the rationale behind this (Gordon Lewis was nothing if not savvy about what would draw in crowds), but these sequences simply make the film just that much more excruciating to sit through. While it (naturally) has its diehard fans (one poster on IMDb writes in all sincerity, “the best part of GoreGore Girls [sic] is when the killer cuts off one nipple, and milk comes out, cuts off the second nipple and then chocolate milk comes out! hahaha genius”), feel free to distance yourself as far as possible from this one. Redeeming Qualities and Moments:
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First and last viewing. ~and…
A. Complete. Waste. Of. Time.
Dumb.
Bad. Bad. Bad.
The title does tell you what’s coming, so sections of it make it a fairly unpleasant POS as well.