Eugenie ...The Story of Her Journey into Perversion
Such a twisted story that includes a cult of Sadists, a psychosexual sibling relationship that makes the Lannisters of Westeros look like the Joneses, and a sumptuous sense of style from the erotically-charged imagination of director Jess ďThe JesusĒ Franco (as Iíve come to call him). Whatís not to appreciate about this cult gem? And released in í69 to cap things off, how fucking perfect is that
for an erotic thriller at the flowering of the sexual revolution? If you saw this on late-night TV, you might be forgiven for dismissing it as nothing more than a second-rate European relic of softcore porn, but with further exploration thereís a sinister depth beneath the titillating surface details of nubile bodies and loaded double entendres. Itís about the loss of innocence for Eugenie (Marie Liljedahl) as sheís manipulated through drugs, pain and pleasure by the creepy-sexy Madame Saint Ange (Maria Rohm) and her brother Mirvel (Jack Taylor), a trio that arenít afraid to show off some skin in the name of artistic horror. But for those who donít wanna think and stuff, thereís always the sunbathing scene where Rohm and Liljedahl cream each other up with lotion.