Directed by Gerard Damiano
We all know about Satan’s School For Girls. Times change. This is Satan’s school for women.
“George, don’t be so obstinate…George, don’t be so obstinate.” George, don’t make her say it again. In Legacy Of Satan, the girls are all grown up. They mean business. Maya will repeat lines if she feels like it. Aurelia will start fires through psychic-satanic orgasms any old time she chooses. Both will not hesitate to melt a guy’s face off if he mutters “You will glory in my power!” before engaging in some sex. They like lethal synthesizers and hate bleeding oil paintings. I love them all.
Legacy Of Satan is a 68 minute, hallucinogenic mess. It was originally shot as a porn-horror by writer-director Gerard Damiano (Deep Throat, The Devil In Miss Jones), only to be de-humpified by outlaw 1970s distro outfit Bryanston. Dirt cheap. Totally confused. It’s like Runaway Nightmare mashed into Satan’s Black Wedding with Jess Franco consulting. In other words, Damiano should be very proud. Just so you know: George and Maya are friends with Arthur. Arthur is an architect that spends his weekends enjoying blood-letting foreplay with Aurelia and her Satanic-vampire cult. The group wants Maya to join. George tries to stop them with his plastic, glow-in-the-dark sword. His obstination runs out! Poor George!
There’s no glue to hold this thing together (maybe that’s where the XXX carried some weight?), but don’t be alarmed. Legacy Of Satan’s tangle of non-stop strangeness, awkward eroticism, sub-soap opera pouting, and mistakenly artsy techniques do it all in the name of excellent trash. And those synths! My God. Arlon Ober and Mel Zelniker are the “Electronic Rhythms Creator.” Apparently, the Ober-Zelniker hit machine knew its way around a Moog Rogue, but not really. The results are hideously beautiful.
After the first 50 minutes drop out, Legacy Of Satan falls down a flight of stairs. Hard. It never gets back up. At least Maya made good on her education.
AUDIO AND VIDEO
A real unearthing. First released to North American VCRs via the extremely rare Abacus VHS, Legacy Of Satan looks terrific. The print is clean and crisp, with bright colors, nice contrast, and no inkling of pixellation. I didn’t notice any tape rolls or video inconsistencies, so this transfer doesn’t seem to originate from a VHS tape. Possibly a video master, judging from the crispness. The fine sound was presented in your choice of Stereo (sounded like mono) or a Dolby 5.1 mix (sounded the same, but a little louder).
The 4-film strong “Blood Bath 2″ is Brentwood’s most enjoyable budget pack to date. Two flipper discs hold this treasure trove of ultra-obscurities, all of which were licensed from distributor Bryanston. Aside from Legacy Of Satan, there’s Jack The Ripper Goes West (exhausting western-horror botch), The Bride aka The House That Cried Murder (debut from John “Nightmare At Shadow Woods” Grissmer), and Blood Song aka Dream Slayer (Frankie Avalon slasher that looks a million times better than my ruddy HQV VHS). More Bryanston rarities, please.
Don’t be so obstinate. DON’T BE SO OBSTINATE. The women of Legacy Of Satan call the messy shots. You should listen. If you don’t own “Blood Bath 2” yet, take this advice to heart. Pick it up.