Les sorcières du bord du lac

Dippy hippy David is travelling freely through somewhere or other on his motorbike, feeling the wind in his hair and superiority on his ego. He lives free, is not faithful to any woman because 'that would make him unfaithful to all the other women', you know, all that crap. I suppose I'll give him credit for stopping to help a sinister old man who's got a flat tyre, but let's face it: the guy's a sponger. That's what this film is – a parable on what happens when you're a want your money for nothing and your chicks for free.

After David somehow manages to kill this old guy in a car crash, he hides out in a shed for a while, until he discovers that the house next to the shed is inhabited by three ladies. There's Samantha (dirty-looking, too skinny) Bibiana (grumpy, too skinny) and Liv (Naïve, another dippy hippy) who invite him in for breakfast – gigantic cakes! Wait – those cakes stand for symbolism! That means that the other bit where they give him an apple to eat...

It might be a good time to describe the interior of this house too – the living room is filled with hundreds of cushions, some fake trees, and three gigantic pictures of the chicks on the back wall. Their rooms also have a huge picture and a velvet covered bed each and their kitchen is a bizarre angular nightmare made up fifty-thousand shelves and dookits. This is useful information I'm giving you here, as usual.

There's something about the way these girls can teleport about the place and perform satanic ceremonies that Raymond just doesn't like, but he's gets to bang all three of them so what does he care? They all keep going on about some castle where some strange guy lives and how Raymond got to meet this guy who the girls have a secret meeting with, and so on and so forth until the ending that completely shifts the tone of the film.

What makes it so bizarrely watchable is that these three girls seem to have limitless supply of long flowing gowns of many colours, mental make up and crazy wigs, and throughout the film the wigs get bigger and more insane. There's also a really huge arty streak throughout this one, from the twitchy editing to the bizarre sequences where Ida Galli has some sort of weird dragon painted on one boob, to the hellish soundtrack of Ray Lovelock singing some song about how this and that is 'gonna get ya'.

In the wake of a road accident, a young drifter on motorbike is lured to his unforeseen fate at the hands of three stunning sisters, residing in an incommunicado deep-woods cabin(with interior furnishings that look like they were lifted from the sets of A CLOCKWORK ORANGE).

LE REGINE is a more-than-partially successful merging of pop-artsy midcentury modernism with fairly routine erotic eurohorror. A variably intriguing mood piece with a retro-cool music score by Angelo Francesco Lavagnino(a soundtrack LP was released), it's thick with a phantasmagorical atmosphere, both sinister and celestial. The highly attractive primary castmembers vitalize their characters with moxie, especially during the intermittent soft-erotic scenes(which are to the libido as the spur is to the bronco).

Le REGINE maintains a slow but steady pace, and remains interesting and consistently watchable straight through to the alarming and entirely out-of-nowhere final curtain. While it's certainly not a perfect picture, this largely overlooked oddity warrants reassessment, and probably deserves a few long-withheld acknowledgements...it's a notch or two above the standard for sexy 70s Eurotrash, and just that little bit out of the ordinary.

7/10...a nice surprise.

A colourful tale in beautiful lakeside, woodland setting where three wondrous ladies reside, in all their mystery. The film opens with Raymond Lovelock as a motorcycling hippie encountering a Rolls Royce owner, who comes across aforementioned ladies. Ida Galli has appeared in dozens of films including many gialli, her very first film being La Dolce Vita. Silvia Monti was in several notable films including the following year's, Lizard in a Woman's Skin and Haydee Politoff was in two notable cult films the previous year, Interrabang and Check to the Queen. I wish I could be more positive about this most likable film but although the ladies are lovely, Lovelock does a fine job and the director also, plus fantastic costumes, so little actually happens.

I recently watched the Italian film 🇮🇹 Queens of Evil (1970) on Tubi. The story follows a motorcycle traveler who stumbles upon what seems like an oasis on his journey: three stunning sisters who eagerly welcome his company. At first, it feels like a utopia he hopes will never end-until their true intentions begin to unfold.

Directed by Tonino Cervi (Nest of Vipers), the film stars Silvia Monti (The Fifth Cord), Haydée Politoff (Bora Bora), Ray Lovelock (Fiddler on the Roof), and Ida Galli (The Psychic).

I really enjoyed the strong "hippie" vibes throughout-the outlook, the fashion, the free-spirited dialogue. The whole movie radiates flower child energy. The decor is top-tier, the settings are playful, and the women are absolutely captivating. While the acting is serviceable, the story is the real highlight, blending cult, witchcraft, and folklore in a way that keeps things interesting. The oddball tattoos had me cracking up, and the soundtrack and hairstyles are undeniably cool.

My main gripes are the lack of horror elements and the surprisingly tame approach to nudity, especially given the film's concept. Still, it was an enjoyable ride in its own quirky way.

In conclusion, Queens of Evil is a modest but fun entry in the horror genre. It holds your attention, but doesn't quite rise above the pack. I'd give it a 5/10 and recommend seeing it once.

This offbeat art/sexploitation flick is at once typical of an adventurous era in European cinema, and a sort of "fine--but what are you gonna do with it?" curio. Handsome Ray Lovelock (who sings a couple uninspired folk-troubador songs on the soundtrack) is a longhaired motorcyclist lured into the forest idyll of three classic Eurobabes circa 1970 (big hair/wigs, near-Kabuki levels of makeup, outré couture wear when they're wearing any clothes at all) living in a pop-art palazzo in the middle of nowhere for no reason at all. Of course, something supernatural is going on, and it's hardly a spoiler to say that once these three glam spiders have had their way with this male butterfly, he won't be riding off into the sunset but meeting a considerably grimmer fate.

Not as much fun as the Swinging London blowout "The Touchables" two years earlier, which had a similar Adam-held-captive-by-three-sexy-Eves premise, this takes its allegorical aspects just seriously enough to be rather ponderous, partly because it's a little too highly polished in presentation without quite being eccentrically individual enough in style. The aesthetic is a little like high-fashion advertising--skilled, artistic, but a little arid. When the violence finally arrives it is bracingly unbridled, but more attention to the creeping dread of the horror undertow and less mild, picturesque erotica would have made the movie seem less mannered and empty as it idles its way towards the inevitable. Still, if you're a fan of such vintage counterculture/Eurotrash kitsch, it's certainly worth seeing once.