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Normally when we're looking at an exploitation film (or any film for that matter,) we don't give a fuck whether it's a "good" movie or not. Hell, the actresses could have all the line delivery of a politician trying to be funny on "Saturday Night Live" for all we care, as long as they're exposing their boobs on a regular basis. Well, Christina Lindberg doesn't deliver any lines in this one (she plays a mute chick,) but goddamn is this a good movie.

Don't worry kids, we haven't gone soft or anything like that. We're not going to start talking about how well-filmed and edited this movie is and it's not like we're trying to talk up some flimsy bag of artsy goods that doesn't deliver the only goods necessary. Shit, once they've forced the insanely hot Lindberg to become a whore, we probably get a half hour of boobs and great shots of her furpatch and sweet ass too. Granted, the graphic penetration shots that pepper her sex scenes probably aren't of her poon getting so roughly entered, but the way it's edited into the scene along with phenomenal shots of her tits and her utterly anguished face, it doesn't fucking matter. Hell, we had no intention of spanking it to this movie (and, frankly, after a day of alternating between fat chick porn and nurse porn, we were pretty much on empty in the ball juice department) but by the third sex scene of Lindberg getting treated like a filthy, baby-faced whore, we were so goddamned turned on that we found ourselves commiting vile acts of self-abuse and loving every minute of it.

So, you're probably wondering why we began this little rant talking about quality. Who gives a fuck? Normally, we agree, but here it makes a difference. See, the whole thing is put together so well, that we really believe Lindberg is an innocent country girl. We really believe her rage and her anguish while she's getting photographed nude or slapped around by a sadistic lesbian or getting fucked as roughly as possible. We believe she's a real person crying over her parents while she's topless. And we, horrifically, believe the moment when she's stabbed in the eye. All of this "believeability" makes all of this fucked up shit all the hotter and that, my friends, is a beautiful thing.

With all of the ample footage of Lindberg's ample endowments, her delicious fur patch, rough sex, hardcore penetration shots, eyeball gouging, graphic violence and a decapitation set-up that had us muttering "God damn that's fucked up..." over and over again, this isn't just one of the most fucked up movies of the '70s, it's also one of the best.

-- Rick Stanko