Orgy of the Dead (1965)

From my favorite movies..

If you're interested in the topic at hand, you should just watch it and judge yourself because the reviews have gone very biased by people that didn't even watch it and just hate (or love) the creator. I liked it, it was well written, narrated, and directed and it was about a topic that interests me.

There's a more than satisfactory amount of boom-boom in the movie's trim running time.

The storyline feels a little thin and moth-eaten in parts but this sequel is plenty of fun.

Terrible movie that was "written" (you mean there was actually a script to this??) by Edward D. Wood Jr. though he didn't direct it. You could have fooled me, as the incompetence of Stephen C. Apostolof is just as bad - or maybe worse! There's nothing that happens in this film after a man and woman driving in a car have an opening scene crash. They subsequently become captives of an "emperor" (the nutty Criswell, wearing the actual Dracula cape that Bela Lugosi donned for ABBOTT AND COSTELLO MEET FRANKENSTEIN) and his female vamp assistant (who looks a lot like TV hostess Elvira). They tie their two victims to stakes and they're forced (as we are) to watch a bevy of topless women individually introduced to do all sorts of long and ultimately boring solo dances. Some of them are less sleep-inducing than others (the cat woman was okay), but they all drone on too much amidst an atmosphere of gloomy fog which often obstructs our view of the best parts anyway. What's unintentionally funny are the occasional inserts of Criswell watching from the sidelines and making lame expressions when he's not obviously reading from cue cards. He's also got at least one funny politically incorrect line which he says to his male captor: "Nobody wants to see a man's ass!" (Heh Heh Heh). Things get even more ridiculous when The Wolf Man and The Mummy (two guys in cheap Halloween costumes) drop by to watch the festivities. * out of ****

The only true Woodsian touches in this film (he didn't direct it), are the thoroughly ludicrous 'mummy' and 'werewolf' characters. Much like his 'aliens' from 'Plan 9', they seem to be pretty regular joes. For a 'mummy' and a 'werewolf'.And of course, there is the ridiculous Criswell. He's always a hoot.But this movie is short on hoots and overly long on 'hooters'. Basically, the whole movie is a strip show, featuring a variety of resurrected 'ghoul' women doing the bump and the grind.Although I am a flaming heterosexual, I must admit that halfway through this film, I was thoroughly tired of looking at women's mammary glands. Of course, it is presumptuous to expect any sort of plot in a movie of this type. So get ready for.... you know what? More bazongas!Some of the girls are o.k., even spirited, for dead ghouls. But none are memorable, and I lost track of the pairs of bazoomies I was presented with here.This could have been a fun movie. I'll stick to my old Lily St. Cyr short films. Now that gal was smoking!

This is a film written by Ed Wood and it's clearly worse than any prior film in his amazingly bad repertoire. Compared to ORGY OF THE DEAD, his more famous films (GLEN OR GLENDA and PLAN 9 FROM OUTER SPACE) are like Shakespeare!! It's bad....so bad that I think the current rating of 2.3 is ridiculously overrated. Heck, anything above 1.0 would be overrated for this terrible film.The film is mostly a combination of strippers doing their acts along with inane narration by Criswell. Unlike PLAN 9, Criswell is THE dominant actor--not just an annoying narrator at the beginning and end. Seeing the very androgynous psychic sit there and feign interest in the procession of mostly naked dancers is a sight to behold! ORGY OF THE DEAD begins with a couple driving to a cemetery. These two idiots might just be among the worst actors who ever lived, as they can barely read their lines. Too often, the dialog is misread and the director (Stephen C. Apostolof) didn't even bother to re-shoot their scenes! Then, when they have an accident near the grave site (filmed in perhaps the most unconvincing manner ever), they fall into a magical land where Criswell is the pimp-daddy--having assorted sexy ladies dance naked for him. They apparently must satisfy his love of dance or be damned for all eternity. While most of the strippers were more attractive than I'd have expected in such a low budget film (I was expecting large scars, needle marks and tattoos), after a very short time the nudity became absolutely boring--so boring I found myself speeding through these very long and horribly choreographed dance numbers. In fact, so many strippers performed that about 90% of the film consisted of naked dancing....very, very boring naked dancing. And during all this, the two prisoners just watch the burlesque show--along with Criswell, his Vampira-like assistant, a were-wolf and a mummy standing around and trying not to look too out of place. By the end of the film, it's obvious that Criswell is so bored that he orders his second in command to rape he lady prisoner. However, instead of some hot lesbian action, the sun rises and all the undead are turned to skeletons. Yeah, whatever.So how is it worse than PLAN 9? Well, there really is no attempt at a plot. The plot of PLAN 9 is dumb, but at least there IS a plot!! It's just nude bored dancing girls wearing silly outfits in ORGY (but not for long) and g-strings. Oddly, many of the ladies seemed to be wearing the same silver g-string (I sure hope they weren't sharing). Any film that manages to make all that nudity totally boring is amazing! On top of that, the acting is worse than any Wood film and will bore you to tears. Not one of the performers showed any talent at delivering their lines--at least PLAN 9 had Lyle Talbot!! While Ed Wood never was a master at writing dialog, these idiots managed to make it a lot worse by their inability to read. Criswell was his usual effeminate self--accentuating the wrong syllables and talking as if he just took a sleeping pill. As for the wolf-man and mummy, their costumes looked like they came from a discount costume shop and they delivered their lines like they had been stage hands just moments before. The Vampira-like lady looked pretty hot with her bluish skin, but that was about all you can say about her. The two prisoners, as I mentioned above, were morons and could barely say their lines. As for the set, it was ALL filmed in a small fake graveyard...period. No location shots and the only non-graveyard shot was one shot in a car that was not moving. It was SUPPOSED to be but I guess you just had to pretend it was.Overall, probably the worst movie I have ever seen. Dull from start to finish and even ample boobies couldn't perk up this dull mess.

Almost a great gem of bad cinema, if it weren't for all the awkward nudie-dance segments (skeleton and streetwalker girls were the best), which has to sound at least somewhat contradictive to those of you who haven't seen it. See, those ten dances make up about 80% of the movie, leaving precious little time for the absurd plot, dreadful dialogue (and delivery), and choice moments like the guy playing the Wolfman exposing his neck under his mask while howling. A nutty, spaced-out Criswell ever staring on, bobbing his head approvingly at all the amateurish shimmying, counts for a lot though. And the soundtrack was pretty sweet…ah, who am I kidding, this Ed Wood-scribed flick is a hoot of a car-wreck!