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Because of his experiments on human embryos, Doctor Johnson (Fred
Williams) is expelled from the medical society, which first drives him
mad, then makes him commit suicide. His wife (soledad Miranda) however
can't accept his death just like that and plans revenge on the four
doctors responsible for his expulsion and subsequent death.
First she searches out Doc Walker (Howard Vernon), picks him up at a
bar disguised as a prostitute, lets him take her to his hotel with him,
has a short round of SM-sex (with her playing the dominant part), then she
slits his throat and cuts off his penis.
Next she checks into Doctor Crawford (Ewa Strömberg) hotel and poses
as a rich but bored tourist ... and Doc Crawford is quick in persuading
her to take her to her room and have lesbian sex - during the course of
which, our avenging angel smothers Doc Crawford with a pillow.
The other two doctors, Houston (Paul Muller) and Donen (Jess Franco)
are now a bit on the edge, seeing their colleagues dieing like flies, and
when our avenging angel tries to pick up Houston in a bar, he at first
panics and runs from her, but she has anticipated that and by chasing him
guides him to a room where she presents herself to him in all her (almost)
naked glory. Soon they start having sex, until our lady gets hold of
scissors and slits his throat, then cuts off his penis as well.
Donen is by now completely freaked out, but even he is not prepared to
find his wife at home with her throat cut. When he passes out, our
avenging angel drags him off to her home, ties him to a chair, tortures
him a bit, then she cuts his throat to.
With her revenge fullfilled, our lady takes her dead husband (who
doesn't show a single sign of decay) for a ride through the countryside
and drives the car off a cliff ...
The investigating inspector (Horst Tappert in a very off-the-wall
performance) can only state her death ...
First off, yes, this is a remake of Franco's 1966 film Miss
Muerte/The Diabolical Dr.Z,
which in turn was loosely based on the Cornell Woolrich story The Bride
Wore Black (officially adapted for the big screen in 1968 by Francois
Truffaut), and in direct comparison, Miss
Muerte was probably the better film.
This doesn't make Sie tötete in Ekstase a bad film though:
Here, the sci-fi-elements are played down, while the focus is on the
erotic aspects on the story - which is greatly helped by the fact that
lead actress Soledad Miranda looks incredibly sensuous naked or dressed.
But what makes the movie exceptional is its almost triplike style and
storytelling: Neither does the plot adhere to any narow genre conventions
or even reason or logic (best example is the corpse of Doctor Johnson that
even after days/weeks doesn't even start to decay, with his wife even
fondly caressing it from time to time), the sets are enjoyable early
1970's modernity which immediately take the viewer into another world, and
the camerawork is typical Jess Franco, with its many unusual setups,
camera-angles and zooms that make the film seem fresh even today. And then
there's of course the jazzy score by Manfred Hübler and Siegfried Schwab
that's nothing short of great ...
Recommendation.
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