Los ritos sexuales del diablo aka Black Candles(1982 Spain)

 Los ritos sexuales del diablo(1982 Spain)

aka

Black Candles

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A young woman travels with her partner to England on the unexpected death of her brother. Staying with her sister-in-law, she finds her companion soon drawn into a satanic cult based in the house whose rites seem to centre somewhat on large-scale sexual congress. 

Black Candles is easily Jose Larraz's most notorious film and probably his best known after the masterpiece Vampyres. And it's notoriety revolves around one scene where a Satanic coven enacts a bizarre rite involving extracting the reproductive fluid of a goat, symbolizing The Beast, as some kind of nauseating balm to be used in preparing the waif like sister of a murdered man for her role as the bride of Satan. Spanish horror from the 1970s has a very special flavor to it that is somewhat of an acquired taste. It's not for everyone. (IMDB)

Wild Riders (1971)

 Wild Riders (1971)

This typically trashy Crown International Pictures release may not be the foulest, single most scuzzy and revolting biker movie ever made, but it still rates pretty highly as a real sleazy slice of wonderfully rancid drive-in cinema schlock just the same.

Vicious, quick-witted dirtball Harley hound Pete (sneerfully played to the hissable hilt by Arell Blanton, who also co-wrote and sings the hideously slushy folkie theme song) and his brutish, mangy, unshaven, garbage-eating rapist retard buddy Stick (a terrifically odious and ferocious let it all hang out greasebag performance by Alex Rocco; Moe Greene in "The Godfather") get tossed out of a Florida motorcycle club after they murder a woman by nailing the luckless screaming lass to a tree. En route to California the deadly disgusting duo seek refuge from the authorities in a remote hillside mansion. In said fancy abode resides bored buxom brunette thrill-seeker Elizabeth Knowles and repressed ravishing redhead Sherry Bain (who also appeared in the excellent, underrated AIP biker item "The Hard Ride" the same year), who not surprisingly wind up being savagely victimized by our twisted sicko outlaw twosome.

Director Richard Kanter gleefully rubs the audience's noses in a virtually nonstop graphic orgy of coarse violence, raw fisticuffs, abject degradation and stirring last reel harsh retribution, thus making this so-nasty-it's-downright-gnarly nugget a must-see for hard-core fans of lowdown gritty early 70's exploitation swill. The spirited performances, unceasingly gross and seedy subject matter, and especially the rough, unpolished production values -- shaky cinematography, ragged editing, a raunchy sub-Davie Allan fuzztone guitar burning score -- add immensely to this grungy marvel's substantial scroungy appeal. 

(Woodyanders IMDB)