The Gore Gore Girls is, at its heart, a detective story. Unfortunately, that heart is shriveled and black, so that story is actually just a piss poor excuse for gratuitous nudity and violence. The private detective, Abraham Gentry (Frank Kress), is a pompous Sherlock Holmes type who spends his free time trying to find clothes that will match his upholstery.
|Do you have a better explanation for this?|
|Actual screen shot|
In all fairness, there is something to be said for a movie that knows exactly what it is. The story in this movie is paper-thin, but it isn't the area that the filmmakers were focusing on. This is supposed to be a gory movie, coming from the man who created the first gratuitously violent movies, Herschell Gordon Lewis. I've seen Blood Feast and Two Thousand Maniacs!, so I was prepared for creative and excessive gore. The Gore Gore Girls definitely delivered on that expectation. There are smashed heads, pierced eyeballs, mutilated corpses and more. Did it look realistic? Well, I haven't actually witnessed extreme violence first-hand, but I'll assume that it's not too realistic. For the most part, though, it does look pretty cool and real enough.
One scene stuck out and made me rather uncomfortable, though. After the murderer does his/her thing with a stripper (read: murder), the killer slices off the tips of the victim's nipples with scissors. Mutilation creeps me out in general, but fluid squirts out of the nipples and is collected in champagne glasses by the killer; each breast gave fluid of a different color.
The acting and directing in The Gore Gore Girls is only that in the strictest sense of the definitions. Herschell Gordon Lewis assembled a crappy cast with questionable talent to fill the minutes between ultra-violent special effects scenes. The gore was pretty cool and sometimes funny (sometimes not, though). That was all Lewis did well. The editing is poor, the script is laughably bad, and the night scenes were clearly filmed during daylight. Frank Kress played what I can only assume was intended to be an update of the Nick Charles character from the Thin Man movies --- only this one is a shallow, unlikable ass with questionable sexuality.
|Above: the least turned-on man at the strip club|
|I'm guessing the cue cards are to the right and left of the camera|
It seems silly for me to be complaining about the acting and directing in a movie that so obviously didn't care about either craft, but I can't help it. This movie sets itself up to be a comedy, taking swipes at the gory films that Lewis inspired with his early works. It's not funny, though. Had The Gore Gore Girls played it straight with the same cast, I definitely would have enjoyed it more. Sure, I might still have been laughing, but it would have been on my terms. Poorly made comedies drain me because they tell me what I should find funny, and I am constantly disagreeing.
|Although this, not referenced by the dialogue, was great|
I think I went into this film with the right mindset, but was simply underwhelmed by the movie. There are better vintage gory movies out there, and better gory movies made by this director.