Most undeservingly overhyped movie of all time??

Instant Favorite.

Clever and entertaining enough to recommend even to members of the 1%

This movie tries so hard to be funny, yet it falls flat every time. Just another example of recycled ideas repackaged with women in an attempt to appeal to a certain audience.

>>> Warning: Sarcasm Emminent <<< How can you go wrong with dialog like this: "Your Puritan upbringing holds you back from my monsters, but it certainly doesn't hurt your art of kissing".The year was 1965 and one of Hollywood's most regal figures had something really HOT cooking in the kitchen, truly one for the ages, I'm talking about Ed Wood: The King of the Shlockmeister's (and renowned cross-dressing pervert) and his monstrously epic magnum-opus ORGY OF THE DEAD! A most lavish of B-productions, set in the nighted realm of a haunted cemetery and brilliantly filmed in "Gorgeous Astravision and Shocking Sexicolor" ORGY OF THE DEAD is grand in it's ability to allure and transfix - never before has one been witness to such a spectacle of thee exotic! And when you hit the play-button, a marvelously mad mix of graveyard sensuality and horror's of the night await you and all it's tantalizingly sweet tortures will indeed tickle the very fiber of your being. As your screen becomes radiantly aglow, in a divine aura of necromantical omnipotence as it BESIEGES YOUR SOUL..... and yet the orgy to end all orgies is just warming up! Ripe with lush extravagance, eye-candy is everywhere, as the ORGY OF THE DEAD casts it's sexy spell upon it's viewers young and old alike, with it's seductive charm and it's singularly spellbinding palette of sultry hue's and lush, super-sensual musical cue's. This godly, grand guignol of graveyard-goofiness possess a certain "frenzied rhythmic fury" which often reaches never-before seen or imagined levels red hot, hyper-kinetic depictions of.......... dancing naked in the moonlight, in a cemetery, to a small gaggle of Adam's Family side-characters and generic, cliché-ridden, rejects from various well-worn monster movies of the past. In other words, PURE CHEESE as only Ed Wood can do it! That being said Eddie-boy was not the big cheese/director of ORGY OF THE DEAD, but he was definitely central to it's creation.Speaking of Ed Wood, with ORGY OF THE DEAD he got yet another chance to strut his many talents, functioning as: writer, production manager, casting agent and a holder-of-cue-card's and no doubt was a glowing inspiration to have on the set; Ed proved to be a highly inspired and versatile individual, know doubt a character of many interesting facet's. Directorial duties for this infamously eccentric production, was helmed by the universally well-known, visionary, director A.C. Stephen, a legendary talent known for his uncompromising genius, comic sensibilities and overall command of the set. You'll find ORGY OF THE DEAD to be both throbbing in pace and masterful in it's play of light (and all shades in between), thus, off-setting, to brilliant effect, the lustful carnal fire that is ORGY OF THE DEAD! Over-seeing all that goes on in his nighted realm, is CRISWELL: the movies narrator, it's master-of-ceremonies and god of primal darkness and ultimately he's one VERY strange duck; who wears a cape and has extremely awesome looking "butter-sculpture hair". The nights entertainment features a bevy of tantalizing hellborn beauties, who emerge one after another from a fog-shrouded crypt in the night. The girls dance until dawn for their master's own selfish pleasure, who as one observes, seems alternatingly bored or ecstatic about the sashaying in the cemetery. Criswell's a real hoot - and a riot. The cemetery is perpetually shrouded in fog, it's ever-present, swirling, night mists ebbing and flowing, enrapturing you in it 's velvety allure..... as it constantly caresses your eyes - sinister, but stately. It's that type of dark, lurid imagery that perfectly counter-balance's the films sheer eroticism, with all it's garish lighting, glowing flesh-tones and masses of sweet flesh - writhing and undulating.The story (if you wanna call it that) is wrapped around a young couple (Bob and Shirely) who are, driving around lost at night, they swerve and go off the road, thrown clear of their car, they awaken completely uninjured (Bob sports one frivolous smudge of blue body-paint on his forehead, undoubtedly meant to be a bruise). The couple starts to walk away from their wrecked car and soon they hear some strangely enchanting sounds in the near distance, shortly thereafter they spot the enchanted graveyard and it's curiously wacky inhabitants and all it's nude hi-jinx and they waste no time in going into full-on voyeur mode. Eventually they're spotted and abducted by minions of the master, in other words, two guys in cheesy, pseudo-scary costumes. Brought before the master (that being Criswell of course) their bound to a pair of stone obelisk's, where they pretend not enjoy the rest of the show. Criswell takes quite a liking to the busty red-headed Shirely and curiously enough, Criswell's voluptuous, pale skinned, mistress of the night (sort of an Elvira precursor) is even more taken by good old Shirely (played by the gorgeous Pat Berrington/Berringer) who want's her for herself; so much so that she attempts to kill Shirely with a dagger, so she can join them in their world of the undead. But as luck would have it, the morning sun rises conveniently just in time and vanquishes the evil spirits of the night - Criswell and his minions are reduced to skeletons and ash. Pat Barrington/Barringer plays a dual-role, being both Shirely and she's also one of the dancers, the 3rd of a series ten dancers (and probably the best), titled as the "Gold Girl" and for her dance scene she's wearing a platinum blonde wig and a sequin-studded G-string. A terrific scene by the way. She was a professional belly-dancer of some regard and it certainly shows. Note* Youtube has some great, vintage, topless dancing footage of hers.Side-Note: A Shirely of another kind - By sheer coincidence, whilst writing this review I was imbibing on a "Dirty Shirley" a feather-weight concoction of cherry schnapps and 7-UP.This great vintage T & A fest is absolutely perfect for an "adult themed" Halloween party ;)

To be honest, I have never regarded Edward D. Wood Jr. to be the worst director of all time but I do see him as the absolute worst writer of all time. I tried reading one of his scripts once but literally had to stop after 3 pages because I had no idea what was happening. This is the same problem I had with this movie.It really makes you wonder who ever picked up this script and decided to turn it into a movie. It's not like Edward D. Wood Jr. ever had a good name anywhere. Stephen C. Apostolof however had the guts, or was just simply clueless enough to turn this Ed Wood script into an actual movie. Well, movie is a big word for this. I don't know how to call this really.Without kidding, I felt like my head was going to explode after trying to watch this for a while. I did finish it but was forced to fast forward through most of it, or else I most likely wouldn't had survived this ordeal. This movie didn't even required a real story in it, since it all it features are a bunch of girls dancing half naked at a cemetery, for Criswell and his princess of darkness, who looks like a Vampira knockoff.Really, that is all this movie is. Just a bunch of girls dancing with smoke around them and a mummy and werewolf in the background. I don't know how many dancing acts there are in this movie but it felt like at least a dozen. It becomes incredibly tiresome after a while, especially when the dances just go on and on and don't know when to stop. The dances aren't even that particularly impressive to look at, though Criswell still looked entertained.This is only the second and last movie Criswell ever appeared in. The first and other one was of course Ed Wood's classic "Plan 9 from Outer Space", which was a way better movie compared to this one. Guess this movie is only interesting if you want to experience Criswell in full color, or sexicolor as they call it for this movie but who would ever want to do that?This movie is typical for '60's eroticism. Just showing some half naked girls but not showing or doing anything else. There is no real story, no tension, no mystery, no excitement, no nothing. It even doesn't matter much that none of the actors in this movie can act, since they simply get nothing to do at all in this movie.Without exaggerating; one of the absolute worst movie experiences I had to sit through.1/10http://bobafett1138.blogspot.com/

If you have nostalgia for 1960s skin flicks this is it. Lots of bare-breasted jiggly boobs. The chicks are svelte and pretty in a naive 60s sort of way (they all kinda look like second rate Raquel Welch/Ann-Margret clones). Reminds me of trench coated low life's beating off in empty, sleazy, smoke-filled movie theaters. There's really nothing much else to say. No plot, no dialog, just semi-nude strippers prancing around on stage. But they're young and thin and sexy. If all you're looking for is some innocent fun before the advent of hard-core bj flicks this might be your cup of tea. If you get your kicks by fantasizing about the chicks in the Adam's Family or Munsters going around bare-breasted this may be it for you.

For once, I've decided not to click the spoiler warning box, because there is nothing to spoil in this movie! A must-see for any fans of Edward D Wood Jr, this....remarkable...softcore striptease movie reaches new heights of what I like to call 'ultra-boredom'.I don't believe it's impossible to have a plot in a porn film...mainly because it isn't...but Orgy Of The Dead managed to fall between both stools. It has no plot, and there is no porn! Not really. What we see on screen for the majority of the flick...an even dozen very listless horror-themed striptease burlesque acts, performed by a bevy of well-endowed but uninvolved-looking women...is about as erotic as a documentary on the construction of the Suez Canal. There's whipping, there's lots and lots of boobs being shaken, but unless you're an insane breast fetishist or a HUGE burlesque fan, anyone hoping to get a thrill outta this stuff is in for a letdown. This film is BORING, folks. This film brings new meaning to TEDIOUS! The stripping's not kinky or explicit enough to be titillating, and each strip goes for way too long. The music that accompanies it is...well, actually, quite humorously bad.But! Lame as the stripping is, there is just enough Wood magic to keep da boat afloat. The angstrom-thin plot sees a wooden WASP couple being taken prisoner by ghouls after a car breakdown and forced to watch the above-mentioned strip n whip marathon. Inbetween acts, and sometimes during them, we get the 60s equivalent of DVD commentary, provided on screen by Ed's old pal Criswell. Cris, as the 'Emperor', presides over the festivities, reading his lines off cue cards in his inimitable shouting pseudo-Shatner-on-LSD style. "A pussy cat was born to be whipped!" is but one of his profoundly insightful comments. Criswell is DA MAN in this movie, proving with his 'performance' that you don't need to smoke wicked pot to act completely stoned. Cris's sidekick, a buxom pale-skinned Vampira clone dressed in what would come to be known (by everyone except Vampira and her lawyers) as "Elvira gear", also chips in with droll asides now and then. We cut to our tied-up 'heroes', the WASP couple, now and then, to learn how scared the woman is and how determined the man is to get away somehow. The stripping continues. There's some gold coins. Then more gold coins. Criswell laughs and calls for yet more gold coins. We cut to more stripping. Vampira Clone pouts and purrs a line while thrusting her Valles Marineris-deep cleavage outwards as far as she can. (Bless her.) Then a mummy and a werewolf come on and do a bizarre comedy double act that goes nowhere. Then there's a snake. Then more stripping, then OH MY BRAIN HURTS.Ed Wood, now well into the alcoholic spiral that would kill him in 1978, scripted this megaturkey for his pal Stephen Apostolof to direct, garnering about 600 bucks for the sale of the story. Apostolof (billed in the credits in very cryptic fashion as "AC Stephen") seems to have taken tips on direction from Ed here, as can be witnessed in the initial car ride sequence. True to Plan 9, day and night freely interchange about four times during the course of one scene. Once our heroes are captured, we never move from the one 'spooky' forest set...there's plenty of fog, plenty of trees, plenty of Criswell shouting, plenty of female toplessness, but no actual motion of plot whatsoever. The film's not very long, maybe 70 minutes tops, but seems to make the 15-hour-plus Paris Alexanderplatz look fast-paced.This movie is bad bad bad, but as the final collaboration between Ed and the world's most inaccurate TV psychic (Cris, of course), this is unmissable. As many other people have noticed, Cris and his busty assistant bear an odd resemblance to Bill Clinton and Monica Lewinsky...a good deal of humour can be gained from taking the duo's on screen comments out of context in a "Bill and Lew" way.One final note - "Monica" is by far the sexiest woman in the movie, and yet is the only one that doesn't take any of her clothes off. This seems deeply wrong to me, and probably killed the film's only chance of being even vaguely erotic.This is trash, but it's Ed Wood trash (even if he didn't direct it)...and what's more, it's about the easiest 60s Wood trash movie to find, so go ahead and see it. Some great Woodian moments amongst the ultra-boredom. Too cheerful to be offensive, yet too tame to be arousing. More fun than you'd think, if you approach it with the right mind....or lack thereof. Criswell rules!