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Elle (Danielle Wood) is a prostitute out of passion: She enjoys sex,
doesn't really care who she has sex with, and hey, if she can make money
that way, why not? Lately though, Elle visits a psychotherapist (Matthew
Sheppard), but she insists it has nothing to do with her job ... just with
her latest regular (John Symes), who's a bit of a weirdo. Basically he
doesn't want to have sex with her at first, and she really has to force
herself on him (not that he wouldn't pay her one way or the other, she
just wants to have sex). And when the two finally do start having sex, he
goes all kinky on her, which she not always enjoys ... but that's not the
reason for her to visit the therapist, it's the fact that since she has
first hooked up with her new client, she has these nightmares of killing
and dismembering a girl. The therapist has the feeling that these
nightmares are more than just that but are deeply rooted in supressed
memories - but before he can dig his way to the actual truth, Elle
disappears from the face of the earth. Now actually of course she
disappears in her client's secret dungeon, but a detective (Steve Bourne)
who works on the case runs into nothing but brick walls, mostly because
his own superior seems to be constantly misleading him. But why would he
do that? And what does the client want with Elle in his dungeon? And what
does that all have to do with Elle's nightmares? Dark
Passions of a Sexual Serial Killer is a welcome throwback to
grindhouse erotica from the early 1970's: Much of its set-up is a mere
excuse to show quite a bit of nudity, risquée sex scenes and violence,
the story doesn't always make a lot of sense, there's quite a bit of
simplified Freudian psychology and misunderstood De Sadean philosophy in
here, and the narrative is a bit on the weak side, structurally speaking -
and yet the whole is more than its components, its an enjoyable little
(just one hour) piece of sleazy entertainment that you might want to rate
a guilty pleasure ... but a pleasure nevertheless.
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