Mansion of the Living Dead (1985)
Like most Franco efforts, Mansion of the Living Dead is fucking insane. There is no mansion in the film. And the living dead feel like an afterthought. Grimy bush munching and scenes of sadism take priority over the horror.
Lulu’s Talking Ass (1986)
Lulu's Talking Ass takes the talking pussy framework of Le Sexe qui parle (1975), but moves the Look Who's Talking abilities a few centimetres next door.
Tender Flesh (1997)
I’ve always been a little too nervous to delve into Jess Franco’s post-80s output. I’ve heard terrible, terrible things about these latter day efforts, even from the toughest of Francophiles. But surely, surely, with so many films from this period, there must be a few good ones. Killer Barbys (1996) has its share of supporters...
