La ragazza del vagone letto

I've got to say, I'm a big fan of these 'Last House on the Left' rip-offs, even the ones that most people seem to hate are often held in relatively high esteem by me; but one of these sorts of films that I didn't like much was Aldo Lado's 'Night Train Murders', and unfortunately it would seem that trains and The Last House on the Left don't mix, as Terror Express is another lacklustre rip-off. Something that this sort of film really needs is a resoundingly nasty lead character; and while Terror Express offers up three potential candidates, not one of them steps up and becomes this villain, leaving the lacking in the most important area. It actually gets off to a good start as three young men on a passenger train begin slightly irritating the guests on board. This leads the audience to believe that there is more in store, but unfortunately it never really gets going once the scene has been set. From there, the trio end up 'taking over' the train and use their new found power to terrorise the guests and rape the women.

It has to be said that there's a fair amount of sleaze in this film, which will be pleasing to many viewers; but there's hardly any blood. Director Ferdinando Baldi seemed to think that he could get away with replacing the blood with sex scenes, and he may have gotten away with it too; if he could film a brutal sex scene. The idea that these men have taken the train by force goes out of the window once it gets to the sex, as the people that you would expect to be powerful and forceful seem all too keen to show their women a good time, and despite one very tame 'sandwich' sequence, none of the sex is particularly interesting. Since a lot of the film is taken up by these sex scenes, this becomes a massive problem. Films like this are often lacking in style, suspense and credibility; but you know you're watching a bad one when it's boring you. As you might expect, none of the acting is up to anything; and the central three in particular stand out for being rubbish. The direction is lacking in style, and there's very little tension or suspense; making it difficult to care what is going to happen. Overall, this is a pretty crappy example of an exploitation film, and I can't recommend it.

As the other comments have made clear, "Terror Express" is another entry into the "Last House on the Left" subgenre that garnered some interest in the '70s and early '80s. When juxtaposed against the unflinching violence of LHotL, "Terror Express" is a mild affair, going instead for the more marketable fixture of steamy sex scenes (which are choreographed and paced in a manner to curb all boredom). Clocking in at around 80 minutes, the film doesn't waste much time with needless details, and instead gets right down to business (so to speak) as 3 smarmy thugs take over a compartment of an express train, inciting rapes and a few violent confrontations. The violence lacks the sadistic bite of LHotL and is more action-oriented. The cast plays like a "who's who?" of Italian gore veterans, from Zora Kerowa ("Make Them Die Slowly"/"New York Ripper"), Venantino Venantini ("City of the Living Dead"), Carlo de Mejo ("City of the Living Dead"), Fausto Lombardi ("Rats: Night of Terror"), and a bunch of actors from Andrea Bianchi's "Burial Ground" (no, not the creepy dwarf).

"Terror Express" ultimately amounts to highly entertaining, lowbrow trash. It looks as if everyone involved had a blast on the project, and this enthusiasm is infectious toward the viewer. Some of its stabs at social commentary are flat (and downright laughable), but honestly, who sees an exploitation flick of this nature for the writing?

"La ragazza del vagone letto" (1980), directed by Ferdinando Baldi, is a quintessential product of its era, merging eroticism with thriller elements in a manner that is both provocative and perplexing. The film follows the story of a young woman who finds herself entangled in a web of deceit and danger aboard a luxurious overnight train. From the outset, it is clear that Baldi intended to create a tense and sensual atmosphere, and to some extent, he succeeds.

The plot unfolds with a series of encounters that are as steamy as they are suspenseful. The lead actress delivers a performance that oscillates between vulnerability and seduction, effectively capturing the complex emotions of a woman caught in an unpredictable situation. Her interactions with the various passengers-each with their own secrets and motives-drive the narrative forward, creating a tapestry of intrigue that keeps the audience guessing.

Cinematographically, the film leverages the confined setting of the train to amplify the sense of claustrophobia and tension. Baldi's direction is competent, though not groundbreaking, making effective use of close-ups and shadow play to heighten the erotic charge of the scenes. However, the film's pace suffers from occasional lapses into melodrama, with certain scenes dragging on longer than necessary, disrupting the otherwise taut suspense.

The erotic elements, while central to the film's appeal, often feel gratuitous. The nudity and sexual encounters, though tastefully shot, sometimes overshadow the plot rather than enhance it. This aspect might appeal to some viewers but can be seen as detracting from the overall narrative coherence. The balance between eroticism and thriller is delicate, and here it often tips too far towards the former, reducing the impact of the latter.

The supporting cast, though not particularly memorable, fulfills their roles adequately. They serve as pawns in the unfolding mystery, each contributing to the labyrinthine plot that keeps the protagonist-and the audience-on edge. The dialogue, laden with double entendres and subtle hints, adds to the film's charm but occasionally dips into the cliché, reflecting the era's cinematic tendencies.

The soundtrack, a mix of haunting melodies and seductive tunes, complements the visual style, though it occasionally overpowers the scenes it is meant to enhance. The film's technical aspects-lighting, set design, and costume-are handled with a level of professionalism that elevates the production value, despite the overall narrative shortcomings.

In sum, "La ragazza del vagone letto" is a film that straddles the line between eroticism and thriller, offering a glimpse into the genre conventions of the early 1980s. While it has moments of genuine tension and sensuality, it ultimately falls short of being a cohesive masterpiece. It is an interesting watch for those curious about the genre or era but may leave others wanting more substance and less titillation.

La ragazza del vagone letto pulls into the station as a sleazy slice of Italian exploitation cinema that is as lurid as it is claustrophobic. Director Ferdinando Baldi leans heavily on the confined setting of a night train, using the narrow corridors and dimly lit compartments to create a stifling sense of unease. The film's atmosphere is thick with tension, but it is often undercut by its relentless focus on erotic spectacle. Cinematographically, the movie is competent, if unremarkable. Baldi and his team make effective use of close-ups and shadowy lighting to heighten the erotic charge and the feeling of entrapment, but the overall visual style lacks the polish or inventiveness that might have elevated the material. The train setting is used to decent effect, with the camera lingering on the cramped spaces and fleeting glances between passengers, yet the film rarely escapes the visual monotony that comes with such a limited location.

The acting is a mixed bag. Silvia Dionisio stands out as the film's emotional anchor, bringing a vulnerability and complexity to her role that is missing from much of the supporting cast. She manages to convey both fear and resilience, even as the script gives her little to work with beyond the demands of the exploitation genre. Fiammetta Flamini, in a smaller but memorable role, is notable for her extended, gratuitous sex scene, which is shot with a certain boldness but ultimately feels more calculated than provocative. Werner Pochath brings a sweaty menace to his role as one of the thugs, though his performance sometimes veers into caricature. The rest of the ensemble, including Zora Kerova and Carlo De Mejo, fulfill their roles adequately but rarely rise above the film's pulp sensibilities. Dialogue is serviceable, peppered with double meanings and melodrama, but it often slips into cliché, reflecting the era's tendency toward sensationalism over substance.

The film's greatest weakness is its uneven pacing. Moments of suspense are frequently interrupted by lengthy erotic interludes, which, while central to the film's appeal, often feel gratuitous and detract from the narrative momentum. The soundtrack, a mix of moody melodies and seductive cues, sometimes overwhelms the action, further muddying the film's tone. Technical aspects like lighting and set design are handled with a certain professionalism, giving the production a veneer of quality despite its exploitative core.

In summary, La ragazza del vagone letto is a textbook example of late 1970s Italian genre fare: lurid, atmospheric, and occasionally effective, but ultimately hampered by its overindulgence in sleaze at the expense of genuine suspense or character development. Fans of the era's exploitation cinema may find it a guilty pleasure, but those seeking a taut thriller or psychological depth will likely be left cold.

This is a movie for people who don't find the infamous "Late Night Trains" sleazy enough for their taste. Actually though, this movie, while nowhere near as good, is a lot less disturbing than its more notorious cousin because it's just too ridiculous to take seriously. Silvia Dionisio plays the train prostitute. Why an overnight train really needs a prostitute I don't know, but she sure does a lot of business. There's also a criminal who is being transported by Interpol and ends up becoming the protagonist by default(perhaps this was inspired by the original "Assualt on Precinct 13"). The villains are three pathetic w*nkers who are far more annoying than scary. Anyone worth their salt could have beaten the hell out of these idiots and tossed them off the train with their flick-knives in their a***s, but these twits somehow manage to cow all the other passengers and have their way with them--usually sexually.

Sex is pretty much the name of the game here. Besides Dionisio doing what she does best, you have the equally infamous Zora Kerova as a passenger who willingly cheats on her boorish husband with one of the miscreants in the toilet but gets her comeuppance when one of the other guys barges in on them for some additional action (I guess the filmmakers saw "Straw Dogs" too). I don't know where they got the scene with the father who has incestuous designs on his own daughter and is forced to gamble with other male passengers for her virginity (I suppose this kind of sleaze could ONLY have come from Italy). He doesn't win, fortunately; the same sleaze bag who earlier raped Dionisio and Kerova gets the honors (you have to admire his stamina if nothing else). Still, like the rest of the movie of the movie, this scene would have been a lot more disturbing if the "virgin" in question wasn't being played by an actress who looks to be an aspiring porn starlet.

The violence and suspense on the other hand is almost nil. This is grade Z Italian sleaze in every sense of the word, but I guess if that is what you are looking for . . .