Widow Blue! (1970)

Terrible acting, screenplay and direction.

Most undeservingly overhyped movie of all time??

It's fun, it's light, [but] it has a hard time when its tries to get heavy.

There's no way I can possibly love it entirely but I just think its ridiculously bad, but enjoyable at the same time.

Widow Blue! (1970) ** 1/2 (out of 4) Ultra bizarre film has lovers Eve (Susan Wescott) and Nick (Alex Elliot) agreeing to kill each other's spouses so that they can run off together. Even forces her brother to seduce Nick's bi-sexual husband and soon enough blood is flowing.Walt Davis' WIDOW BLUE! is without question one of the stranger hardcore films as it mixes in a bunch of sex with some rather gory violence. The film really does come across as your typical sex film but then out of nowhere it likes to throw is some Herschell Gordon Lewis style gore. If you're looking for something a tad bit different then this will be right up your alley but then again, all of Davis' films are rather strange.This one here really benefits from some bizarre scenes of violence. To be fair, there are only two scenes of violence but both of them are very well-done and features some extremely bright red blood that just leaps off the screen at you. There's no question that these scenes appeared to be influenced by the gore films of Lewis but of course you've also got hardcore sex scenes here.I thought Wescott was actually pretty good in her role as she was quite attractive and seductive. The film was obviously shot on a very low budget but if you're a fan of these types of films then it's worth watching.

Originally I had got it from Something Weird Video, It was called Sex Psycho.It was advertised as being made in 1971.Then I got the DVD upgrade .It was retitled ,The Demon in Miss Jones.It was an awful print some of the scenes were shifting to the pink side .The color of the back ground looked mono tone.The print was not sharp .It was fuzzy.Well now I got the restored one ,from Amazon, Vinegar Syndrome label. It was great!Now for the first time you could see the details of the color of the back ground.The Bringing in the coffin and the friends come visit unexpectedly sequence,the whole of the wall was pure white ,No dirty color tint over it,like the bad print.The restored version came with credit titles .Surprisingly the gay sex scene ,between Charles and Walt, was a bit longer then the non restored version .You could clearly tell that Walt Davis was either gay or bi . He had no problem getting an erection,but, Charles clearly was all an act and as a heterosexual was not enjoying it.He was not getting no erection.You did not see the penetration that scene cause it was all fake.The cum was fake.This restored version you see poor Charles struggling to Jack off on another man .You saw no ejaculation ,cause he never got off.It was advertise originally as being made in 1971,but, I would find out later it was made in 1970 ,probably right at the same time Mona came out. You had some early porn a stars in it .John Holmes, in the beginning of his hard core sex career.Susan Westcott ,Charles Lish and porn stalwart of the early seventies ,Nick Elliot ,whom appeared in another John Holmes classic ,flesh of the Lotus ,1971.The restored version revealed the blood being so fake ,look more like acrylic paint.It also revealed in one scene where Susan smudged some of the paint on her face to give an impression it got on her hands.There was one thing that the non restored version did not have ,the ending was vague.In the restored version ,it revealed that she was just having a bad dream.If your a fan of sex and violence and horror ,this would be god for you.This is the type of movie that if a pseudo liberal conservative politicos ,especially if they were gay. if they got this movie in their hands ,they would scream Snuff film and homophobia ,before they ever finish seeing it.They would try to have it banned on the allegation that a film like this can cause homophobia and influence them to murder gays with meat cleavers .Conservative and Pseudo liberal conservatives don't even know this film exist .Fair early porn, 11/5/14

Nick and Eva agree to kill each other's spouses,take the insurance money and run away to Rio.Nick kills Eva's husband Jerry with a meat cleaver to the neck after he has gay sex with Eva's brother Marshall.Nick and Eva then have sex on top of her dead husband.They then place Jerry's bloody body in a coffin and Marshall,Nick and Eva have three-way sex on top of the casket.After more sex scenes it is Eva's turn to kill Nick's wife.Under the ruse that they are having dinner at Eva's house,Nick's wife arrives and the plan goes into action.Eva makes the excuse that she must go tend to her sick mother and will be back in 30 minutes.Nick persuades his wife to make love in Eva's bed.While she is giving Nick a blow job,Eva enters the bedroom with a meat cleaver.Nick's wife spots Eva,screams,bites off Nick's penis and chokes to death on Nick's dismembered member while Nick bleeds to death on the bed."Sex Psycho" is a depraved porno horror loaded with hard core sex(both straight and gay)and bloody murders.I was pretty shocked and disturbed after watching it.Still if you are a fan of early 70's porno roughies you can't go wrong with it.7 out of 10.

Scummy, twisted, degenerate and all the better for it, this long lost X rated wonder from the good ol' year of 1970 was the brainchild of one Walt Davis. At the close of the Sixties Davis had directed several minor softcore movies, however in the early Seventies Davis developed a kink for mixing sordid sexploitation with Herschell Gordon Lewis brand of gore slaughter which manifested itself in two supremely shocking features. The other is the outlandish Evil Come, Evil Go (1972) a gruesome tale of Sister Sarah Jane Butler, who butchers `love generation men' in LA to the theme song of `Sarah Jane, Sarah Jane you're insane'. Whereas Evil Come, Evil Go cleaned up, the earlier Sex Psycho fared less well- it was simply deemed unreleasable, never showing up anywhere either on video or the cinemas. Even the efforts of the producer (Cuban born sex film pioneer Manuel S Conde) and a change of title to the more X friendly Widow Blue, all proved in vain. The Sex Psycho of the title and our hero of the piece, if he could be called that is Nick (Mike Haven- the cat burglar from Al Adamson's Brain of Blood) a pudgy faced average Joe who taunts and ridicules his sloppy wife (Sandy Demsey) over her coke-bottle glasses and natty blonde wig. A marriage made in hell, he's a sexist pig who complains about her burnt cooking, while she threatens to run back to her mothers whenever he says boo. Despite his low opinion of his wife's sex appeal, Nick is convinced that someone out there finds her attractive, especially when he overhears her talking to her lover on the phone. Enraged, Nick promptly goes out and buys a large meat cleaver, then takes to fondling it in his car with a look in his eyes that suggests he has more on his mind than cutting cake with it. Oddly his other half isn't the intended victim, instead Nick speeds over to his mistress Eva Blue, only to find Eva's bi-sexual husband Jerry Blue (played by none other than the director himself) getting under the sheets with Eva's brother Marshall. Egged on by Eva and helped by Marshall, Nick sinks the cleaver deep into Jerry's neck. Things become even more vomitious when the whacked out Eva Blue drags Nick onto the bed for some post-homicide heavy petting despite Jerry's dead body providing interruption `Don't worry about him, he's dead, dead, dead'. Dim Marshall is suitably horrified but agrees to hide the body in a big, black coffin, yet again though libidos provide a distraction. When the three Sex Psychos finally remember they have a corpse to dispose of a pair of Jerry's swinger pals Ron and Sarah show up and (only slightly fazed by the big black coffin in the middle of the room) quickly turn the place into a suburban swingers party!! Well remember this is the Seventies and only then could a scriptwriter get away with the line that comes from the ubiquitous John Holmes `we're all 21 and responsible citizens, so let's just take off our clothes and get it on right here'. Despite Holmes alarming presence, Davis reserves the freakiest moment for the completely basketcase climax that leaves Eva screaming her guts out, Nick bleeding to death holding on to a bloody stump and his wife choking to death. Not without credence is the legend that a single showing in the dawn of the Seventies had potential buyers running from the theatre as if the Blob had invaded. What distinguishes Sex Psycho from typical XXX movie house fare, sealed its commercial fate. If the extreme gore didn't get to them, the scenes with Davis and friend would have had dirty mack dwellers deeply suspicious that they had gone to the wrong theatre. Davis evidently saw allot wrong with the world, Evil Come, Evil Go takes several pot-shots at religious fanaticism while Sex Psycho sees the world behind every picket fence as a cocktail of violence, insanity and false morality. Even so for their grim storylines and messages Davis's features remain cartoonishly over the top and always on the very dark side of black humour. His Sex Psycho script is so mockingly vulgar as to bring laughs to the most morbid melodrama, also hilariously jarring is his taste in music with demented organ music and liberal uses of the theme from The French Connection and Night on Bald Mountain. A personification of the skinny, ear muff sideburned, long haired LA freak that every conservative feared, little is known about writer/ director/ erst-while Mr Jerry Blue and all round enfant terrible Walt Davis- other than the movies. Soon after getting Sex Psycho and Evil Come, Evil Go out of his system Davis wrote his way into obscurity, his last known credit was a script for Deep Jaws a film made in 76 by Manuel Conde. Today Sex Psycho is best viewed as the black sheep never invitied even to the table of the most extreme films from America's most extreme era and most extreme medium. Too much for audiences of the day, its still not for everyone but if you're looking for something unique, especially outrageous and with the explicit sex and death that comes with Seventies excess then Walt Davis is your man.