*Spoiler Alert*
[Any discussion of plot with respect to this movie is a spoiler, since it almost doesn't have one.]
This may be the most worthless movie of all time. Even Ed Wood fans are warned not to bother. "Orgy" lacks even the minimal 'entertainment value' of an Ed Wood movie, that is, trying to wrap your head around a plot and dialogue that defy comprehension. The scripting is bad alright, but there is so little dialogue or action that it is not even baroquely bad in typical Ed Wood fashion. Instead of the usual dizzy string of unconnected events thrown together that characterize the storylines of Wood's more famous scripts (Plan 9, Bride of the Monster), 'Orgy' has almost no plot, with most of its running length devoted to two ghoulish voyeurs (one female!) peeping at a succession of rather bored looking strippers. There is no "orgy" at all, just costumed "undead" burlesque queens who come out to do their acts in a graveyard after the sun goes down. Presumedly, topless dancers would have been a screen novelty in 1965, but viewed now it lacks even for cheap titillation. It is not even a good stripper movie, not that Katt Shea Ruben could have done much with a script that could have fit on a gum wrapper.
Give it a miss. If I could pull Ed out of the ground and make him give me back the 85 minutes of my life this movie wasted, I would do it.
[Any discussion of plot with respect to this movie is a spoiler, since it almost doesn't have one.]
This may be the most worthless movie of all time. Even Ed Wood fans are warned not to bother. "Orgy" lacks even the minimal 'entertainment value' of an Ed Wood movie, that is, trying to wrap your head around a plot and dialogue that defy comprehension. The scripting is bad alright, but there is so little dialogue or action that it is not even baroquely bad in typical Ed Wood fashion. Instead of the usual dizzy string of unconnected events thrown together that characterize the storylines of Wood's more famous scripts (Plan 9, Bride of the Monster), 'Orgy' has almost no plot, with most of its running length devoted to two ghoulish voyeurs (one female!) peeping at a succession of rather bored looking strippers. There is no "orgy" at all, just costumed "undead" burlesque queens who come out to do their acts in a graveyard after the sun goes down. Presumedly, topless dancers would have been a screen novelty in 1965, but viewed now it lacks even for cheap titillation. It is not even a good stripper movie, not that Katt Shea Ruben could have done much with a script that could have fit on a gum wrapper.
Give it a miss. If I could pull Ed out of the ground and make him give me back the 85 minutes of my life this movie wasted, I would do it.