Damn, today I’m banging in more trailers than a nymphomaniac A-lister. Oh well, it is what it is! So keeping the tend alive and well, we’re gonna take a look at a nasty little flick called HOUSE OF FLESH MANNEQUINS (And I thought yesterdays news included some kickass titles), the feature debut of writer/director Domiziano Christopharo.
Though explicit plot details have been kept more mum than Tiger Woods’ vehicular mishap, a press briefing for the film looks this way:
A nostalgic homage that winks at the classic films from the 70’s. The cinematography of Mirco Sgarzi recalls with personality the atmospheres of the best Fulci and Argento movies. This is cinema by one who loves cinema, a movie which evokes the surrealism of Lynch, passing through Cronenberg body horror as well. International porn stars and regular actors working together for the first time with extreme body art used in torture scenes. Everything is real, but at the same time, everything is done for the purpose of creating a movie, which is anything but real. The movie presents a compelling case against the use of gratuitous violence, on TV, as well as the self-righteous, sanctimonious ways that society chooses to confront children’s issues.
All sounding very fu*ked up, which is to say, our kind of film!
The flick stars Irena A. Hoffman (below), Domiziano Arcangeli, Jerred Berg, Giovanni Lombardo Radice, Hal Alpert, Elea Bartling, Lucia Batassa, Jeff Doba, Diego Artioli, Patrizia Milano, and Randal Malone.
No telling when HOUSE OF FLESH MANNEQUINS will see the light of day, but judging by the utter sleaze the trailer engenders, it doesn’t matter. I’ll wait as long as it takes!
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