Lust for Freedom

This Troma Women In Prison film ticks all of the genre boxes and then some. It takes a while to get going, kicking into gear at about the half-hour mark with the obligatory shower scene, after which it's non-stop trash and sleaze all the way, making it hugely entertaining for fans of exploitation cinema.

Melanie Coll stars as Gillian Kaites, a former undercover cop who is framed by a corrupt sheriff, finding herself thrown behind bars at a women's correctional facility where the warden and staff use the inmates for their own perverted pleasures and to line their pockets.

Here's a quick rundown of some of the delights on offer…

Catfights, including a no-holds-barred wrestling match to the death.

Full frontal nudity, most notably from '80s scream queen Michelle Bauer.

A flogging/lesbian sex/rape montage, set to a heavy rock song.

Seedy warden Maxwell (Howard Knight) making snuff movies.

Scar-faced psycho Indian Jud (John Tallman) forcing himself upon innocent inmate Sharon (Elizabeth Carroll).

Elderly white slaver Doc Bass (George Engelson) leering over 17-year-old hottie Holly (Terri Beck).

Jud killing a couple on the highway, setting fire to the man and forcing the woman to crash her car (which explodes).

A violent breakout in which Gillian blasts the deserving guards and warden with a machine gun (resulting in lots of blood!).

High art it most certainly isn't, but for those with a taste for the outrageous, Lust For Freedom is well worth tracking down. I rate it 7.5 out of 10, rounded up to 8 for IMDb.

I also caught this on USA "Up All Night" a few years ago. My friend and I stayed awake until 3 AM just to finish it. It was too ridiculous to ignore! I also couldn't believe people actually spent money to make this film.

"Lust For Freedom" is the type of movie you watch with your buddies when you're all looking for a few thrills and a bunch of laughs. There is gratuitous violence. There are performances worse than what you see in a soap opera. There are scantily-clad women running around, fussin' and fightin' as they try to escape some slavery ring. If you're on the hunt for MINDLESS ENTERTAINMENT, "Lust For Freedom" is just what the doctor ordered. If you're looking for something even marginally intelligent, don't bother.

Lust for Freedom lands squarely in the low-rent world of 1980s exploitation cinema, bathed in sleaze and saturated with the aesthetic of a late-night cable fever dream. It flirts with the rebellious tone of grindhouse prison flicks, but its attempts at empowerment feel shallow, almost accidental. There's a grimy atmosphere that lingers, not from tension or danger, but from a lack of polish. The cinematography veers between basic and barely functional, with flat lighting, jarring edits, and a handheld style that feels more like necessity than intention. The film never cultivates suspense or urgency; instead, it ambles from scene to scene with a kind of tired shrug.

Performances are exactly what you might expect from a cast assembled more for their willingness than their experience. Judi Trevor, in the lead role, delivers a performance that wobbles between wooden and wildly overdone. She tries to bring fire to her character's struggle, but too often it gets buried under stiff line readings and melodramatic reactions. However, Elizabeth Carlson manages to stand out, even in a supporting role. There's a raw energy in her delivery, a glint of self-awareness that suggests she understood the absurdity of the material and leaned into it just enough to make her scenes feel alive.

Despite its efforts to frame a story of resistance against systemic abuse, the film never quite transcends its base instincts. It wants to be angry, even revolutionary, but can't stop ogling its own characters long enough to build real substance. The prison setting lacks grit or believability; it feels more like a set dressed with props from a discount surplus store. The soundtrack doesn't help either, often clashing with the tone or simply feeling out of place.

What Lust for Freedom does capture, if accidentally, is a kind of cultural snapshot. There's a chaotic energy, a sleazy optimism, that could only exist in a very specific kind of 1987. But that's not quite enough to save it from its own misfires.

There may be messages here about the importance of freedom, but they were lost amid guffaws prompted by the abysmal quality of this movie. The screenplay was awful, the acting for the most part dreadful, the editing appalling.

Melanie Coll is marginally better than most in the film, but hers is hardly a sparkling performance. Many of the rest of the cast appear to be enthusiastic amateurs.

It appears that the censors have forced cuts to the version put on to DVD in the UK in 2004, probably because of excessive violence. But the cuts were made with sheep shears rather than anything sharper, so the viewer is left wondering how the action has moved on so quickly and inexplicably.

Don't waste 90 minutes of your life on this garbage.

Well, let me say that this Troma feature is unlike everything I have seen, an a-typical Troma. This is actually meant to be a lot more serious that the average Troma, and it works fine as a decent semi-exploitation film. I am a fan of Troma films but not really an exploitation enthousiast. The acting is pretty decent. Humorous moments are not a lot, actually they are quite a few. There is some nudity (after all you 're watching a woman-in-prison film...) and a generous amount of violence and sadism. I don't really recommend you to watch it expecting much fun, and if you are looking for casual Troma weirdness & fun, you won't find too much.

Exploitation / woman-in-prison flick enthousiasts , this is a must to discover!!!! You are sure to enjoy it much more than I did.