The Touch of Her Flesh / The Curse of Her Flesh / The Kiss of Her Flesh
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It's the infamous Flesh Trilogy," where a man learns of his wife's adultery, goes mad and vows bloody revenge on her-and on ALL women everywhere! Includes The Touch of Her Flesh (1967/78 min.), The Curse of Her Flesh (1968/75 min.) and The Kiss of Her Flesh (1968/75 min.). B&w/NR/fullscreen.
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Get ready to be Shocked and Appalled with an All Out Assault on Humanity! Here's the infamous "Flesh Trilogy," three of the most outrageously insane Sexploitation Sickies of the #60s from husband and wife filmmakers Michael and Roberta Findlay which mix s
- Original Findlay Trailers for The Curse of Her Flesh, Satan's Bed, The Touch of Her Flesh and The Ultimate Degenerate
- Gallery of Sick Sixties Sex Stills with Audio Oddities
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TOUCH OF HER FLESH is my favorite of the three, though it's not less dull than its sequels. The main character, Jennings, finds his wife entertaining another man in their marital bed. He responds by running pell mell into traffic, where he becomes crippled. Confined to a wheelchair, wearing an eyepatch to hide the wounded socket beneath, Jennings stews over his wife's infidelity and plans vengeance against his wife, her lover and all women "who display themselves in public." That's a lot of vengeance, most of it irrational and pointless.
With its classical score, ambitious photography and palpable angst, TOUCH plays like a lowly art film. Its "success," I presume, inspired two sequels. For the first of these, CURSE, the Jennings character must be resurrected and given something to do. He is, and his bizarrely mindless assault on friends and relations of his wife, her lover, and random sex-industry types remains a template for cheap serial-killer sequels.
Both CURSE and KISS demand not to be taken seriously, which would be fine if the Findlays had put their artistic license to good use. Inexcusably, their films are slow as molasses, coming to life only when another unorthodox murder is imminent. Between killings lie vast deserts of bad acting, repellent fake sex and arbitrary, ludicrous plot developments.
The FLESH trilogy is not for children or impressionable adults.