Half the problem with this trippy mix of sadism, satanism and social commentary is that so little is unexpected... [Coffin Joe] is a spent force.
With a script of pure gibberish stitching the pieces together, it's as though Ed Wood Jr, Clive Barker and Hieronymous Bosch had too much absinthe one night and decided to make a home movie.
| Original Score: 1/5
Embodiment of Evil is Brazilian torture porn, dragged from the dungeons of oblivion only because there is a summer "J" in the month and everyone is too hot or de-energised to resist.
It may tickle a type of hardened horror connoisseur, but most will want a shower after seeing it.
| Original Score: 2/5
It's a very peculiar film indeed, the self-conscious nastiness at odds with Joe's rather bland philosophy of materialism and self-determination.
Hardcore horror fans will no doubt be impressed, but the cultural justification for this level of hateful misogyny must be slim indeed.
Grotesque but stylish stuff.
Marins turns this final chapter in the character's quest for everlasting life into a Grand Guignol geek show, complete with shocking sequences of vivisection, cannibalism, and sexual sadism.
| Original Score: 4/5
A daft mixture of the lurid and the ludicrous.
Like a Vincent Price film for the torture porn generation, albeit closer to the grand guignol of Dr Phibes than the genuine distress of Witchfinder General.
| Original Score: 3/5
Beginning in prison, ending in a fairground house of horror, and taking in torture chambers, slums and Purgatory on the way, this is the bad-taste trip of a lifetime.
| Original Score: 3.5/5
Imagine Aleister Crowley by way of the Marquis de Sade with a theatrical flamboyance, a voracious blasphemer in a Catholic culture...
A horror with a sense of its own absurdity, it's a cult classic in the making.
Distinctive horror flick that doesn't skimp on the gore and nudity and features an amusingly rubbish central character, but it gets very repetitive and runs out of steam about halfway through.
For delirious offensiveness and imaginative grossout, this film deserves a congratulatory goblet of gore; and the surreal scenes of damnation have real chutzpah.
Much demented laughter and lavish screams of terror decorate José Mojica Marins's outré Brazilian horror.