Orgy of the Dead
Boooooohhhhh-bies! LOL This one has to be seen to be believed. I actually watched it because any movie from 1965 with a title like that has got to be of some kind of interest. What I hadn’t realised was that not only is it from a screenplay by Edward D. Wood (adapted from his own novel – one can only imagine what text is left when you take the tits out lol – literally, the story is: sexy dead chicks dance in a graveyard wearing nought but t-strings), but it also stars the actual Criswell.
If, like me, you pretty much first heard of Ed Wood via Tim Burton’s movie, this should certainly hold some fleeting interest factor. But let’s not beat about the bush (so to speak, there’s none to see here, that’s for sure – small mercy) ... really it’s just soft porn. But as such, I’ll be honest, I found it actually quite effective – you’ve got to admire the fact that this is one movie that actually delivers on its promise of flesh (the tagline apparently being, “A masterpiece of erotic horror!” something with which I find it hard to argue). You actually get to dwell on the occasional body part – mostly, astonishingly wobbly Sixties breasts … I sure hope this one wasn’t financed by the Baptists, lol! – for a good while longer than Hammer or Carry On movies ever let you 
If there’s a problem it’s that all of this is narrated by, well … Criswell ... who kind of saps any semblance of sexiness conjured by what’s on display, lol. Let’s just say I’m glad I didn’t save it for the Halloween marathon. But there is definitely just a little something here that even 40 years on feels that kinky kind of wrong, naughty, hypnotic and, well, just a little sexy – even if it’s simply the fact that Criswell is at turns so dirty-old-man-ish that he totally absolves the audience of the usual guilt that comes with staring at boobs for the sake of boobs, lol. But I’m a horny little devil, so what do I know?