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The Vixens bring Wentz, Hurley, and Trohman to a dinner table, blindfolded, at which Stump is already seated, fully aware of what is happening. They are strapped to chairs and hooked to intravenous drips. They are served blood wine, hookahs and sniffable coloured powder resembling cocaine. The women then serve them cobbler, fruit and Stump's organs. The drugs make them believe they are dancing with their captors and naked women wearing bloody animal masks, yet are left still bound to their chairs. The briefcase is delivered to a vehicle with the license plate "RATATAT".

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Then the released human spirit, standing at the place of judgment like an intact Venus de Milo, risen from a terrible waste of corpse debris and the angel embrace. Within the arclight their union produces the robed figure of a flying angel, who does not waste any time leaving. The losers collapse and so does the floor receive them, losing all human shape now and like a procession of bright white maggots, do they make their way toward a place where they will tumble down out of the main body of Hell and be buried in freezing cold volcanic ash. Down until they are liberated as the ashy medium intersects an underground body of water, then they are washed out of the ash, over a waterfall and into a pool of water. Here they thaw, and dive and plunge about this strange limbo world, till they drag themselves up a cinder beach and flop down like seals. The two demon attendants here resemble Asterix The Gaul, in the European comic strip of that name, in that they are armored from the waist up and fully helmeted, against the amorous passions of the newly resurrected women. Their eyes visible thru a horizontal slot in their helmets, handing the girls onto the next level, the white light tingles over their skin, and they arrive on that level once more in human form, as beautiful young women. Stark bollicky naked however, picture Koika at the Winter Palace.

Since the early 21st century, there has been an emergence of scholarship and theorizing of Latina sexualities within the social sciences, humanities, and interdisciplinary programs, such as Chicanx studies, Latinx studies, American studies, and feminist studies. However, cultural production has long been interrogating the way that Latina sexuality has been represented, as well as pathologized and racialized. While there is a plethora of information regarding sexuality of women in Latin America, this article deals with the discursive and material construction of Latina sexuality for US Latinas and Chicanas who were born in the United States or migrated to the United States. At the foundation, sexuality and sexuality studies has been a subcategory of LGBT studies and later queer theory. Mainly used as a signifier for identity categories, sexuality is predicated on sexual preference and romantic desires; however, it is also used to refer to identities that exceed heteronormative, homosexual, bisexual, or asexual identities. However, Latina sexuality intersects with not only race but also modes of power and control that situate it within a larger context of technologies of power. Sexuality is tied to larger power structures; therefore, Latina sexuality takes sex and sexuality out of the private sphere to help us understand the intersectional relations of race, gender, and class.

31-08-2022The film opens with a beautiful shot of the New York skyline. The camera then slowly pans over to show a man walking his dog in the distance. A beautiful image. We go closer and see that the dog, a golden retriever, is restless and playful. The man bends down to pick up a stick and in doing so groans loudly. "My balls". This may seem like an insignificant detail but it is actually the perfect opening for a film like "The New York Ripper". It establishes the paradigm by which the entirety of the film will operate.Lucio Fulci is not as stylish or artful as Dario Argento or Mario Bava but he has an astute feel for the gritty, grimy, and filthy including such minutia as the dog owner's tight underwear. Most directors wouldn't ever think of including such a tiny detail but Fulci puts it front and centre, right before the opening credits as a key moment in the film's worldbuilding. The man's balls let you know that this film will not be pretty, neat, or easily palatable. Heed this warning!"The New York Ripper" has over the years accumulated quite the reputation as the nastiest of all the video nasties. Indeed, the film is very gory and brutal but I think that its reputation rests not on the murders but on the seedy world in which they take place. Not only is Fulci's portrayal of the seediest sides of New York unblinking, he absolutely focuses his gaze on the most hideous, most graphic, most grittily portrayed perverts that inhabit it. Everyone in this film is perverted at least a tiny bit. The lead detective is in love with a prostitute, the psychiatrist who's helping him hides pornographic magazines in his newspapers, and the chief suspect is a rapist and a gigolo. In fact, all the men constantly ogle the women around them. What's more disturbing, however, is that the women are turned on by being ogled.These scenes are far more disturbing than the murders which are graphic but also brief and largely unmemorable. Far more effective, for instance, is the scene in which a man sexually assaults a woman in a crowded cafe by shoving his bare foot between her legs. Or the scene portraying a sex show in which an obviously bored woman squirms under the weight of the heavy-set man having sex with her on the stage. Or, for that matter, the suspense-filled scene in which a woman, tied up and naked, realizes that the man lying next to her is the serial killer the police are looking for.The cumulative effect of these scenes is overwhelming and suffocating. It may be a cliche to say so, but I really needed a shower after watching "The New York Ripper". It may not be the effect you want a movie to have on you but it's hard to argue that Lucio Fulci succeeded in his goal. Despite featuring a nude scene every few minutes, "The New York Ripper" is the least arousing movie I've ever seen in my life.The actual plot is far, far less interesting and less effective. It is a routine police thriller about a serial killer who butchers pretty women and then phones the police to gloat. The one distinguishing feature of this killer is that he has the voice of Daffy Duck. Unlike many others who mock this aspect of the film, I actually found it oddly creepy and quite unsettling. I don't think it would have worked in a more straightforward, serious thriller but in the perverted, cockeyed world of "The New York Ripper," it seems quite logical and fitting.This is not exactly a good movie, in the strictest sense of the phrase, but if you're choosing to watch a film called "The New York Ripper" I expect that you're not exactly after a Francois Truffaut masterpiece. The script especially is ridiculous with its aimless narrative, incoherent dialogue, and lack of solid characterisation. The pacing is completely off and there are close to 20 minutes that could be cut without losing anything. Characters are introduced and then forgotten, scenes are dedicated to relationships which then prove completely irrelevant, and the ending is so rushed I burst out laughing when the film ended in a scene which lasts less than a minute.What it is, however, is undeniably one of the best exploitation films out there. It is brutal, seedy, unflinching, and full of insane surprises. The New York location shoot also paid off and the film has the kind of gritty energy that made "The French Connection" a masterpiece. Fulci does a great job of setting the film against dilapidated, graffiti-covered backdrops. It is absolutely authentically a New York picture. It lives and breathes the city.Fulci's direction is more meat-and-potatoes than that of his Italian Giallo colleagues. You won't find a striking colour palette here or any stylistic flights here. He does display a good feel for suspense, however, and there are several quite tense sequences in which the killer stalks his unsuspecting victims. He also gives the film a kind of in-your-face intensity and nervousness that Giallo films rarely possess but that is absolutely crucial to the authenticity of the New York setting.The cinematography is a different matter altogether. The film was shot by Luigi Kuveiller and looks unexpectedly beautiful. Besides a few handheld (and probably unsanctioned) shots on the streets of New York City, the film has a sleek, perfectionist look that few exploitation films enjoy. The cinemascope aspect ratio is well used with meticulous framing and some rather clever focus pulls. The lighting is atmospheric and artful in a way that the direction isn't and that's why the look of the film doesn't have the rough, gritty feel the rest of the film does.It's also a well-cast film full of fabulously grotesque faces and bizarre characters. I love the old woman in a hairnet who pesters the detectives with insignificant details of the victim's life.The terrific English actor Jack Hedley plays the lead detective. He's a strange choice being that he is far too sophisticated and sensitive to convincingly play a tough-as-nails New York cop but his skeletal, well-worn face fits the film's downbeat tone perfectly. He also has the kind of piercing, intelligent eyes that can speak volumes in close-up. It's just a shame that he was robbed of his rich baritone voice.Speaking of dubbing, this film has an atrocious English dub. It's full of fake-sounding New York accents and obnoxious voices making an already overwhelming movie unbearable. I recommend watching the much more subdued Italian dub. Seeing New Yorkers speak fluent Italian is not quite the authentic experience Fulci had in mind but it's far less annoying than the English version.3/4


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