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While showing lots of nightmarish scenes, this is far from the best of José Mojica Marins, and brings nothing new. Indeed, previous issues came back: Coffin Joe wants to find the perfect woman, there is a discussion about the existence of Coffin Joe, and Mojica works together with psychiatrists. More remarkable than that is the fact that only a little more than one third of the film is composed by original footage; all the rest was copied from four previous movies which had suffered with censorship: This night I'll possess yout corpse, The strange world of Coffin Joe, Awakening of the beast, and The bloody exorcism of Coffin Joe. Therefore, for a public nowadays, when it is much less difficult to have access to those former films, I do not think the present one worth watching, although it is not bad.

Coffin Joe is largely well known worldwide character, made great movies in the past, this weird offer differs from the others, this early movies were substantial, this one made on late seventies is purely bizarre, the plot is minimal about a man who has terrible dreams losing your wife to Coffin Joe, then the real one José Mojica Marins himself is invited to help this odd psychiatric case, Coffin Joe made an excessive visual picture from hell, the continuous use of an imaginary world where nothing make sense, a massive sexploitations scenes as well, psychedelic in several forms and shapes, aimlessly just wander of to nowhere, in fact the movie was made under separate old footages which were refused by brazilian censorship, it explains so many difuse colors between the takes, then Coffin Joe assembled a new picture, the main proposal is display oddity to make money, the name of the movie spoke itself from a deranged mind, that all!!

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First watch: 2020 / How many: 1 / Source: DVD / Rating: 5.5

Marins' HALLUCINATIONS is a brilliant collage consisting of many disturbing, bizarre, and imaginatively perverse scenes which were censored from his earlier films. A man, Dr. Hamilton, is having nightmares in which Coffin Joe, Marins' demonic alter-ego, repeatedly kidnaps his wife for the purpose of superhuman procreation (a theme which runs through the Coffin Joe films). Fellow psychiatrists seek the help of Marins the filmmaker, in an attempt to force Hamilton back into reality. Of course, Marins mastery of cinematic metaphysics throws all matter of logic and rationality to the dogs, so that what you get instead is a wild journey into the dark realms of the unconscious. The film is as much about Marins and his controversial career as it is an underground "head " film, and to get anything out of it, it's helpful to understand who and what Coffin Joe is. Once you can appreciate Marins' mastery of "the aesthetics of garbage," you'll realise how brilliant and undervalued he is in international cinema.

This film, from what I have read, is the censored material that was cut from Marins' older films. It looks to me like this material was thrown together to form something close to a movie, but very short of a plot or anything else for that matter. The movie is impossible to follow and had I not paid my own money to see it, I would not have finished watching it. I would not advise anyone to watch this film unless they wanted to see what, in my opinion, is one of the worst films ever.

According to the box (and as an aside - God bless Something Weird Video!), this feature is cobbled together from material censored out of Marins' earlier "Coffin Joe" films. Though there are plenty of topless girls, and a good bit of torture and mayhem as well, the content of this movie seems to indicate that the censors in question (Brazilian?) had more serious issues with intense hallucination sequences. The handful of scenes which comprise the framing device, some mumbling business about a psychotic guy and the people trying to cure him, are certainly inept and boring enough, but this is actually a relief, because the hallucinations are pretty overwhelming, and you'll be happy for opportunities to catch your breath. An endless barrage of utterly grotesque and disjointed imagery, much of which seems to be intended as literal hellscapes, is liberally flavored with nude women, partially obscured by psychedelic lighting and editing effects, and staged on sets which must be seen to be believed (parts of actors' bodies are often built into the backdrop). It's easier to compare this to other movies than it is to describe it; if you can imagine Kenneth Anger's Satan movies, interspersed with gore scenes from H.G. Lewis, and rationalized by the further insertion of pieces of a fifties health class film on mental hygiene, you're on the right track; and, not to be snotty, but if you can't imagine that, you might not be ready to watch this one. If one can judge by this film alone (as, unfortunately, I must, though that won't be the case for long), Marins' big influences are Jung, Bosch, and E.C. Comics, which places this picture in heavy company by virtue of its aspirations alone, despite its technical shortcomings. (Not to mention that its very incoherency makes this movie a more accurate picture of some forms of schizophrenia than many more "serious" films which address the same subject.)