House On The Edge Of The Park / La casa sperduta nel parco (1980)

0.5 out of 5

Some poorly translated box art for the movie reads: House By The Park On The Edge. Not that any mis-titling could deprive the movie of its inherent badness. This Ruggero Deodato murder and rape orgy tries to translate into some kind of social commentary, but is a mess.

Copious nudity by rich broads who undergo torture and humiliation and the hands of sweaty deviant David Hess and his sweatier deviant friend make this not so much a lurid shocker aimed at virginal geek squads of Fangoria subscribers, or the raincoat clad perverts on Times Square circa late 70s, but for an audience that's hard to comprehend.

After the screaming gets old and the girls no longer act visibly upset by all the onscreen atrocities, the hardest question to ask about the flick, aside from why it was ever made, is why would anybody want to see an oily, flabby, permed David Hess undress and assault hot women in showers in the first place?

Deodato's twist ending is so lame and predictable, it must have been conceived by malt-liquor-swigging grips on-set. Odious.

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