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Here is a "transformation via potion" scene from Rolfe Kanesky's flick Jacqueline Hyde, a flawless embodiment of all that is great in exploitation filmmaking. Our hero is drinking goo left over from her grandfather, Carter Hyde, who used it to "control his flesh" and change his appearance. But this is just a taste of the transcendant weirdness of this movie, which includes a lengthy girl-raping-man scene complete with impaling ("I want you in me – forever!" screams Ms. Hyde), penis-enlargement in flagrante delicto, breast-enlargement, gratuitous visits to local strip clubs, ripping off of heads, and swirling cartoon devils from the 1890s.
Plus, the house where it all takes place is this freaky castle in Los Angeles that director Kanesky cannot stop filming. It's like house porn. Exterior views. Exterior with lights. Interior, with six candelabras. Interior, upstairs, with bed and tiger. Oh yes. Jacquelin Hyde also perfectly captures the rhythm of the exploitation movie: action is strangely slow, full of meandering scenes that seem scripted on the fly; then suddenly the screen is throbbing with melting body parts, anal sex, and zooming devils. It's the going-over-the-toppiness of the movie that's so satisfying. Plus, how can you resist a movie where women drink glowing potions and have instant orgasms?
Jacquelyn Hyde [via Amazon]
