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 CLUB
SATAN: THE WITCHES SABBATH (Extreme
Associates) 74 minutes. Not rated, but is rated X. While in confession
(69 days since her last confession, no less), the sweet Lilly (hmmmm…Lillith
on top, maybe?) reveals how much she thinks of sex, incest, and violent
gang sex. While telling the priest, she envisions, or maybe it’s really
happening, stuffing her hand up her butt, and beating herself with a
crucifix and bible. Well, Lilly is then sent to some nuns for discipline,
which turns sexual, of course, in a not so good way. Our sweet Lilly is
then tossed from her religion and guided to another more tolerant church
by a robe wearing Satan dude, who she blows in an alley. Once at the
ritualistic area (sorry, I don’t know the correct term), Lilly must give
“the kiss of shame” to the horned underlord, then becomes a human spin
the bottle game, but there’s a whole lot more going on here than
kissing.
Loaded with occult rituals, sacrilegious behavior, and backed with
a black/death metal soundtrack, Club Satan certainly is not a movie
for the faint of heart, or even the seasoned porno veteran. The lovely,
and drop dead hot, Paris Gables does a great job with the obvious tough
role, rough sex, and troubling scenes. Shot with a grindhouse feel, the
atmosphere almost seems as if the viewer is watching something he/she
really shouldn’t be experiencing; as if it’s wrong. The grainy print,
ominous lighting, and jump cut edits (think Nine Inch Nails or Marilyn
Mason music videos) keep things hectic. While porno fans that dig devil
stuff will dig this flic, I am not so sure the same can be said of the
“straight” porn fan. The sex is there, but the sex/devil mix leans
more towards our fiery, horned pal. In fact, I can the Christian Coalition
members applauding the sex due to being so horrified and offended at the
evil shyt seen. Since the sex rests behind the occult stuff, I really
can’t see the average porn fan yanking sweet relief from himself, unless
of course he’s chugging blood from a chalice and has a severed goat’s
head hanging on the wall. Oh, I make myself laugh, I do. A definite eye
opener, and come to me Paris…-Denis Sheehan
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