1976
Director- Cesare Canevari

Another Italian film in the sexploitation vein, and, as you might have guessed from the excessive title, the “Nazi Sex Camp” vein. Well don’t get too excited, it is what you might have hoped for, with that typical special brand of Italian absurdity.

A nazi criminal is acquitted of war crimes with the help of his lover. After the trial, they drive up to the old camp to have a hump and reminisce about the good old days. Back then, he was the commandant of the camp, a rest and relaxation resort where soldiers from the front came to recharge their killin’ batteries with a little sexual exploitation and bizarre psycho-sexual experiments on female prisoners. Joy what a pleasant premise. When a new batch of prisonerettes (we’re in flashback now) arrives, Leza, a tall blonde is among them. When the commandant hears that she has an apparently unbreakable will, he decides he must do his best to break it. When she confesses that she just wants to die, he threatens to kill her and then tortures her. While she is recovering in the infirmary, she falls in love with the sympathetic doctor, and when she heils his little fuhrer, he goosesteps his way into her heart and she regains her desire to live. When the commandant gets her skinny ass back, she is totally complacent and docile, and although he is unable to conquer the godless communist hordes on the Eastern front, he can at least get a little action on the side.

Intercut, poorly I might add, with non-flashback scenes of the acquitted commandant trying to recreate his idea of the passion he and Leza shared at the camp. Turns out that his final solution wasn’t so final after all.

Made back when it was shocking just to see penises or at least pubic hair on screen, the sex could all be implied, which it is in this film. At the same time this type of film, at this period in history, intentionally juxtaposed grotesque concepts (Nazis, rape, torture murder) with pretty girls (boobs, nudity) and could pretty much skim over the barest of plots and still draw an audience. Damn, after all that quasi-intelligent film talk I need another drink.

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