Directed by Ugo Liberatore (Damned In Venice), wrote it with Frank Seitz, this is all about three women - Nora (Doris Kunstmann, Seven Deaths in the Cat's Eye), Nancy (Rosemary Dexter, Casanova 70) and Carla (Laura Troschel, Four Flies on Grey Velvet) leaving Nora's lover Luca (Giovanni Petrucci) behind and taking her father's boat on a voyage. Stealing Marco (Bernard De Vries) from his lover, they sail out for the Dalmatian coast of Croatia.
Of course, he's going to be with each of the women, one after the other, but because they also plan on having LSD trips, you can imagine that none of this will work out well for him. Maybe if he had waited until Queens of Evil came out in 1970, Marco would be better armed for this trip. Or trips, right? Or a year for Top Sensation. They take a tape recorder with them to see what happens when they all get dosed, but when Marco wakes up with a bullet hole in his stomach - and no one knows why - things get dark. Should the girls get him help? Or will they try to care for him all on their own?
Despite its title - The Sex of Angels - this promise of carnal freedom comes with a horrible price, which means that it does so much of what exploitation always has: revel in sin yet condemn it at the same time. As Marco slowly and horribly dies from his painful injury, he's further destroyed as his manhood is withered by being forced to dress in women's robes and a fur coat, all while they sail past gorgeous coastlines.
Amazingly, The Sex of Angels was released in the U. S. by United Artists. It's a great lesson in that old, "If it seems too good to be true, it is" moral. If three gorgeous women kidnap you, you're probably going to die. Not everyone makes it in this and it does have the strange idea that acid will unlock the latent lesbian urge in women. I would say, "Only in Italy," but I've seen it happen in enough films all around the world.
Of course, he's going to be with each of the women, one after the other, but because they also plan on having LSD trips, you can imagine that none of this will work out well for him. Maybe if he had waited until Queens of Evil came out in 1970, Marco would be better armed for this trip. Or trips, right? Or a year for Top Sensation. They take a tape recorder with them to see what happens when they all get dosed, but when Marco wakes up with a bullet hole in his stomach - and no one knows why - things get dark. Should the girls get him help? Or will they try to care for him all on their own?
Despite its title - The Sex of Angels - this promise of carnal freedom comes with a horrible price, which means that it does so much of what exploitation always has: revel in sin yet condemn it at the same time. As Marco slowly and horribly dies from his painful injury, he's further destroyed as his manhood is withered by being forced to dress in women's robes and a fur coat, all while they sail past gorgeous coastlines.
Amazingly, The Sex of Angels was released in the U. S. by United Artists. It's a great lesson in that old, "If it seems too good to be true, it is" moral. If three gorgeous women kidnap you, you're probably going to die. Not everyone makes it in this and it does have the strange idea that acid will unlock the latent lesbian urge in women. I would say, "Only in Italy," but I've seen it happen in enough films all around the world.