It's total garbage. I'm just thankful I saw it for free and didn't let the cool title sucker me into buying it, like some people did. *cough*corpus*cough*

Looks like shit but you have to admit it's a cool title.

No! Goddammit no! I refuse to believe such a cool title coule be a lie! It's not directed by Bill Zebub so dammit I want this to be an acual good movie. No don't do this to me Klownzy, dont you take this away from me!

Just found my old half-written review of this and finished it off. Figured I'd post it here.


If you've made yourself a really shitty exploitation movie and are looking to recoup the costs, then one of the most effective methods at your disposal is the outrageous rape-themed title, designed to attract with the sheer force of offensiveness. Bill Zebub is the undisputed king of this technique, delivering such classy numbers as Jesus Christ: Serial Rapist (2004), Frankenstein The Rapist (2008) and Forgive Me for Raping You (2010), all of which left drooping frowns on the faces and drooping boners in the pants of those who were dumb enough to purchase a copy. It actually works though. Hell, I've come close to buying Diary of a Serial Rapist (1995) more than once myself... and it ain't coz I think it'll have top-notch acting.

Orgasm Torture in Satan's Rape Clinic (2004) is William Hellfire's entry into this rapey-title-that's-way-better-than-the-actual-movie subgenre. Hellfire is most known for mildly kinky softporn material, distributed under the Factory 2000 label and often starring beav-munching, A-cup minx Misty Mundae. He also did Duck! The Carbine High Massacre (1999) which was the first ever feature film based on Columbine. Suck on them apples, Van Sant. So he's already proved pioneer in one minutely tiny field. Let's see how he fares in another...

Some skinny broad gets raped to the sounds of wah-wah and bass beats. The apparently Satan-worshipping rapist and his girlfriend put on lab coats and go to work at a rape clinic with an experimental 3-step program designed to eliminate fear from from its patients. The 3 steps are never explained; instead skipped to focus on molestation and lesbian sex with Ruby LaRocca and Darian Caine. Essentially, they're raping women to force them into therapy, where they can be further raped. Those crafty Satanists!!!

That's about all the plot I'll bother explaining. The movie is really too shit to even merit the paltry 3 paragraphs I've already typed. But there is an interesting dynamic bubbling beneath the surface, so I'll continue.

Director William Hellfire (who also plays the opening rapist) is quite the kinky fella, with a particular fetish for strangulation. He's a dom at heart. Unfortunately, he was born into the body of a skinny weedy unintimidating girlyman. Plenty of women enjoy a little primal, animalistic, hold-me-down, caveman fucking. But the women who are into that? It's difficult to impress one of them when you look like a testosterone-deficient comic book geek who's severely allergic to gyms. Trust me, I know. God, do I know.

So what's a fella to do when he's David Hess in mind but PeeWee Herman in body? Simple. Make porn. Fetishes are hard to come by if you're pickin' up randoms in a bar, so porn is the ideal way to live out your dirtiest dreams. (Max Hardcore is the perfect example of this - An ugly, balding, small-penised loser who could barely get sex at all if required to rely on charisma, let alone the kind of sex he obviously enjoys, but put a camera in his hands and suddenly he becomes a slut-destroying lothario.) Porn is ultimately the most efficient form of prostitution for fetishists. Specialist escort services for S&M, bondage and rapeplay cost a bundle and the weirder your tastes, the more you can expect to pay. Whereas with porn you can actually make money whilst satisfying your kinks.

Back to that title... If it did what it said on the tin, who could possibly complain? Not fucking me. But it doesn't. Ain't like it's all that difficult either. The Japanese have been putting out similar material for decades and still managing to make them thoughtful, provocative and just straight-up great movies. Orgasm Torture in Satan's Rape Clinic is no Zoom In: Rape Apartments (1980) that's for sure, and it's nowhere near a White Rose Campus: Then Everybody Gets Raped (1982). Hell, it's not even a Gross Fat Fuckers Nonstop Rape Crazy Train (year unknown). There's not much rape and very little torture of any kind, let alone orgasm-related. Alls we got here is a director gettin' his rocks off and using a snazzy title to sucker others into paying for his good times.

Personally, I think this is totally reprehensible and I recommend you save your money... for my upcoming feature debut Torrid Rape Fantasies of a Virgin Nun (2016)!!! That's right, for just $35 + p&h, you too can spend an hour watching me bang a hooker in a nun's outfit!!! Taboo-bashing, exploity, misogerrific goodness galore!!! You know it'll be great, just read that title!!! Preorder now!!!

(Actually, I may have to scrap the title. I'm pretty sure Jess Franco already has a movie called that.)