While on a leisurely ride in the country, a kinky dominatrix picks up a young male hitchhiker. At the first opportunity she handcuffs and blindfolds him, then takes him to a farmhouse where she ties up the young man and brings out three of her fellow dominatrixes, who take turns abusing and humiliating their captive--and each other.
USA
USA
Directed by Henri Pachard (who’d later go on to make a slew of hardcore flicks), The Bizarre Ones has a decidedly Warholesque feel to it. And by that, I don’t mean that it’s arty. I mean that it features crummy black and white photography and long static shots where nothing much happens.
This S&M themed roughie is a total bore, playing out more like some old stag reel. Goes a bit harder than the mid-60s films, certainly, and the drugged-out sitar and harpsichord score is pretty cool, but it’s mostly a waste of time.
If murky, stink-fingered, Sitar-slathered 60s S&M grubbiness is your clenched fist of drooling movie meat, then prepare to grab an extra greasy fistful of sin-slinger, Ron Sullivan's profoundly unattractive but perversely satisfying trip into the freaky, funk-focused domain of wickedly way out, uber-cackling horndog hippies, their groovily emancipated, VW beetle-bound chicks and their blithely libidinous boyfriend's home-made, kinky-looking, kundalini kick-starting orgasmatrons!
Aptly named, The Bizarre Ones is a consistently crude, ill natured, uproariously absurd, pleasingly denuded B/W 'roughie' by a wonderfully transgressive filmmaker who laudably dispenses with anything quite so cumbrous as narrative, and luridly sets up innumerably static scenes of rope-tied, blind-folded alfresco sexcapades, wherein priapic, prototypically drugged-out beatniks cavort hedonistically in and about their grottily bucolic love shack,…
A completely sloppy, odd mess of a film. It's entertaining only in the loosest sense. ha ha ha
