"Bob" (William Bates) is a writer who decides to visit a cemetery for inspiration on his next story. With him is his girlfriend "Shirley" (Pat Barrington) who would prefer to be just about anywhere else. Anyway, as they are driving Bob takes a turn much too fast and they are both thrown out of the vehicle just as night begins to fall. It's at this time that they both hear strange music playing near the cemetery and go to check it out. What they find is both odd and deeply disturbing. Now, as far as this movie is concerned I found it to be extremely long and tedious with the only scenes even remotely of interest being the dance routines of several "ghouls" (for want of a better word) forced to perform a striptease for an underworld demon of some sort called "the Emperor" (Criswell). It's all rather weird and nonsensical with the awkward dialogue and horrid acting being the low points of an otherwise boring movie. In short, this is a bad movie and viewers should hesitate before wasting 92 minutes of their life they will never get back.

This one definitely belongs into the category 'So bad they're good' - the curious little 'story' about a young couple finding themselves at a graveyard at night and unwillingly witnessing the 'shocking' activities of the undead dead is nothing but a pretext for a fanciful striptease show; half-naked 'dead' girls dancing and being punished by the sadistic 'Emperor' for the bad things they did in life - one of Ed Wood strange fantasies, it seems...But we must admit that the producers chose some very well-shaped young women for their acts, almost fit for the Moulin Rouge; so the dances alone are worth watching for lusty gentleman, and not only. And above all, the bizarreness of the whole 'plot' - that, at the time of the film's making, went about just as far as it could without being stamped a porn movie - makes it kind of unique: the creepy settings with tombstones and fog, the 'wardens' with their whips, the delight with which the 'Emperor' follows and explains the 'punishments'; all this gives an almost nostalgic note for today's viewers to this colorful (in every sense of the word, no doubt) nonsense.Ideal for voyeurs, and for horror fans with a BIG sense of humor!

Good God. The first thing i could possibly say about this movie is that the acting is absolutely impeccable. Not since Saw 2 have i seen such amazing skills. All jokes aside, this movie is only fun if you watch in fast forward. The "fluff dancer"'s weird chest action is enough to make you pee your pants laughing. If i hadn't had a remote with fast forward, i probably would have killed for that hour of my life back. All in all, "Orgy of the Dead" was like a Dracula version of the nutcracker. There were huge parallels between the line up of ethnically organized dances to the dessert dances in NC. Although there were no giant rats or Christmas trees, there was a zombie and wolf man to make up for it! The zombie was even funnier than the fluff dancer. Obviously, the "actor" who did the voice just mailed in a tape or something because ever time he spoke, there would be all this weird fuzz that can only be attained from a crappy recording.If you rent this, just try to enjoy it. It takes effort, but in the end, it is so worth it.

If you are an admirer of Edward D. Wood, Jr. prepare or better yet, brace yourself, yet again.While Ed did not direct this spook-fest, he did write the screenplay (so to speak) based on a novel which he also penned for general release, primarily at fine bookstores which also carried magazines like 'Dude', 'Rogue', 'Nugget' and 'Gent.' For 'ORGY OF THE DEAD' is not so much a horror movie but a beyond the grave burlesque show featuring a bevy of beauties summoned by that master seer himself, Criswell. Look deep into Criz's eyes as he reads from his cue cards and glances up at the camera lens every so often. For this role, Criswell's cape was originally worn by Bela Lugosi as 'Dracula' in 'ABBOTT & COSTELLO MEET FRANKENSTEIN'. The only humor available in this cemetery plot, though, are between the Wolfman(Rod Lindeman)and the Mummy(Louis Ojena), reminiscent of 'PLAN 9 FROM OUTER SPACE's wise-cracking cops, Paul Marco and Conrad Brooks.A.C. Stephen(Stephen C. Apostolof) directs this flick, with an affectionate nod to the screenwriter. The opening scene takes place in broad daylight with a 1965 Corvair convertible taking in some mountainous curves until the next turn when, in true Ed Wood time management fashion, it suddenly becomes night and then day again along the same mountain pass. The driver(William Bates)delivers his lines to his girlfriend passenger(Pat Barrington)as if he's narrating a documentary on how "Unsafe At Any Speed" the Chevrolet Corvair is. Kudos to Ralph Nader because, wouldn't you know it, this Corvair crashes, too. Pat Barrington (sometimes billed as Barringer) plays a double role here as 'Shirley' and 'The Gold Girl'. (Criswell goes over the top here as he memorably intones "More Gold, More Gold!"). Miss Barringer would soon play lead in 'THE AGONY OF LOVE'. When Criswell starts drooling in 'Shirley's direction, she lets go with a "blood-curdling" scream(not once mind you, but twice)sounding as anemic as the budget for an Edward D. Wood, Jr. production. Actually, Pat Barringer's 'talents' were displayed to best advantage in Russ Meyer's classic 'MONDO TOPLESS.' Go, Pat, Go!This brings us to the real reason to view 'ORGY OF THE DEAD.' In spite of Criswell's rants from his coffin about "Monsters to be pitied, Monsters to be despised," the real show is provided by the likes of 'Texas Starr', 'Bunny Glaser','Rene de Beau' and more grind house marquee starlets. Professional exotic dancers with their own bizarre themes set to music perform for Criswell's pleasure in Astra Vision and Sexicolor, no less.The music sounds like a cocktail lounge blend between Martin Denny and Les Baxter. Actually, the score is provided by Jaime Mendoza Nava, conducting The Chilean Symphony Orchestra(really!). These cryptic chicks dance and bounce topless(no pasties,thankfully) with panties or a G-string. "The Bride" who frugs and jerks to her husband's skeleton and the "Cat Woman" are highlights, but hey, these haunted honeys are all Screaming Mimis even if they don't make a sound and don't always dance in sync to the music, as if that really matters. So don't be surprised afterward if you find yourself baying at the moon at full port. You Have Been Warned!