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The wonderfully untamed, wickedly-wild, outrageously far-out filmmaking oeuvre of roguish exploitation impresario Renato 'Delirium' Polselli is perhaps best illustrated in his hysterically-hallucinogenic, rampantly-risqué, disreputably demonic, frequently incomprehensible, 'Black Magic Rites' (1973) aka 'The Reincarnation of Isabel', which is the most fiendishly-fabulous, deliriously-disturbing, orgiastically occult oddity, any disreputable, sensation seeking, horror hell-cat could ever hope to see! And, while, perhaps, 'Black Magic Rites' remains the least regarded of Italy's multitudinous, artfully reproduced sleaze-fests all too rapidly fashioned in the crudely satanic, luridly cheap-jack likeness of William Friedkin's immortally popular, box office bonanza, 'The Exorcist', it is arguably the most delectably notorious!
Flesh-flaying, bourgeoisie-baiting Director Renato Polselli's riotous, sinfully-sleazy, blithely blasphemous, gloriously unrepentant, exquisitely surreal assault on the salivating senses isn't merely a bravura, 'bish-bash-boshed-together' B-Movie classic, but a veritable 'B-very bad for your eternal soul movie!', and I frequently enjoy every deliciously depraved, dirty-minded, blood-soaked second of muck-maestro Renato Polselli's ferociously furtive, noggin-twisting, persistently pervy, teat-tormenting, continuity-defying terror film! Is it art? Ah!!! That is altogether down to the individuals trash-loving, B-Movie beholding eye, mayte! Does it make sense? Happily, it does not, but it is imperfectly prurient, disgracefully mad, blissfully bad, frequently absurd nonsense, and therefore all the better for you, and your loved one's erotic edification! Do take care, for when you overindulge in these macabre 'Black Magic Rites', you'll never think of cinema in quite the same way again!
Flesh-flaying, bourgeoisie-baiting Director Renato Polselli's riotous, sinfully-sleazy, blithely blasphemous, gloriously unrepentant, exquisitely surreal assault on the salivating senses isn't merely a bravura, 'bish-bash-boshed-together' B-Movie classic, but a veritable 'B-very bad for your eternal soul movie!', and I frequently enjoy every deliciously depraved, dirty-minded, blood-soaked second of muck-maestro Renato Polselli's ferociously furtive, noggin-twisting, persistently pervy, teat-tormenting, continuity-defying terror film! Is it art? Ah!!! That is altogether down to the individuals trash-loving, B-Movie beholding eye, mayte! Does it make sense? Happily, it does not, but it is imperfectly prurient, disgracefully mad, blissfully bad, frequently absurd nonsense, and therefore all the better for you, and your loved one's erotic edification! Do take care, for when you overindulge in these macabre 'Black Magic Rites', you'll never think of cinema in quite the same way again!
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