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Terror at orgy castle
The old Europe is fatal for a young couple on holidays. They book a
room in a castle owned by the Countess Dominova who employs the usual
sinister servant named Igor. Those places, where you have just entered,
you should run away, call those who booked you and give you the money
back.
But if Bill and Lisa had given up, we would not have been able to
admire this extremely trash film that has neither headlines, nor
ending, perhaps due to the classic "shame" of appearing and prefers
narration with an external voice to dialogue.
First of all from the "scary" title we can remove the word "Terror" and
leave the most correct "Orgy Castle", because there is nothing that
scary but there are many nudes and sex scenes. Bill and Lisa, as soon
as they enter the room, have sex and the countess spies on them, in
topless, appearing in the room without being noticed. Bill, who is also
the narrator, whose voice is from the director, then reads a horror
book and between dream and reality begins to wander around the castle
and finds the naked countess who is doing a black mass (mostly
spreading cream on the tits of two girls without clothes).
And this is the plot of the film, which gives us scult scenes, such as
the orgy with vampires, or what they are, that emerge from the mirror
and have sex with Bill while Lisa sleeps next to him without noticing
anything. Or like the beautiful masquerade party, which ends with the
sacrifice of a naked girl torn to pieces by a very bad mouse who enters
her belly, but in the end it turns out to be a nice prestige trick,
which those present appreciate. Not to mention Bill's expressions while
two girls give him fellatio.
Sixty minutes like this, amid very soft-core scenes and actresses who
sometimes chuckle and look at the camera, but with a soundtrack that
alleviates the vision of this extremely trashy bandwagon.
As mentioned, no actor is credited but there are known faces and (tits) of the American erotic cinema of the seventies.
The director instead is Zoltan G. Spencer, who here touches the highest point of his short career.
