THE TAMING OF REBECCA
From the delightfully perverse Avon Studios comes this 1982 cautionary tale which depending on who you believe was found in the vcr of Jeffery Dahmer and or the Corridor Killer of Delaware, Steven Pennell. This was also at the center of the Meese War on pornography way back in the 80's. Rebecca ( Sharon Mitchell) is a girl with a troubled home life as we see in the beginning of the story. She has to blow her dad, played by the gross David "Pussyman" Christopher, on the toilet before fucking him and finishing the heart warming scene by pissing on his cock. She then runs off to a home for wayward teens run buy an insane wig wearing George Payne. Rebecca quickly hooks up with the other kids who look like they are one bad decision away from being in a snuff film. There's lots of tube socks, a fact I found strangely appealing. I gotta say the teens looked pretty authentic from what I remember from being a teen in 1982. In any case, they don't look like typical west coast porn stars. I need to mention that the score of the film is actually lifted from HALLOWEEN. Not a similar score, but the actual score and it works. I would think John Carpenter might think that was funny. The Stray Cats also are on the soundtrack, but I'm not sure if they know that. Well, maybe a couple of them do. Or did. I don't know if they are still alive or if they like early eighties S & M porn. So the teens get to fucking, all pig tails and tube socks with a bit of fisting as a poster of David Bowie looks on. They get caught and the Dean (Payne) fucks Rebecca in his office. The girl that got fisted is punished with a safety pin in her nipple before she pisses on the Dean's floor. The Dean apparently was enjoying the pissing until he realizes it's on his floor. To be honest, it's hard to tell how this guy is gonna react. His assistant, a hot chick with nice tits, takes the girl to what appears to be they cave basement where they both abuse her a bit. In the meantime, our heroine Rebecca runs to the dorm mother, for lack of a better term, and says the Dean has gone batshit. She's an older broad who would be perfectly at home in an old John Waters flick. I guess she's tired of the Dean, the pissing and nipple piercing, all of it really, so she shoots him in the head. The end.
It's short but does make you feel pretty sleazy in its brief running time. Director Phil Prince knew his way around this kind of material. He was in prison not long after this for shooting a manager of an ice cream store during a hold up. It probably cost several hundred dollars to make this film and every cent is up on the screen. It oozes depravity and squalor so well you can almost smell the urine. The acting, especially Payne in his deranged silver wig and Christopher as dear old dad, is just demented and absolutely perfect for this low budget masterpiece. I don't often use the word cinema, because I hate it, but this my friends is the essence of cinema. Or it's not. It's actually hard for me to tell anymore. But I know it would make a good double bill with THE LAST HOUSE ON DEAD END STREET.
Dear Leader. Porn afficianado. Gorillanaut man.