“You hurt me... You’re never gonna hurt me again...”
While
tending horses in an isolated stable, Linda Rodgers (Sallee Elyse) is viciously
assaulted and savagely raped by a gang of cackling thugs, their identities
concealed beneath bizarre jester masks. Though she is beaten and left for dead,
Linda survives the attack, but the trauma gets her carted off to a psychiatric
hospital. During her stay, the men who’ve accosted her are apprehended and
sentenced to serve an undisclosed prison term. With the belief that she’s
recovered, she is released to the care of her big-time doctor husband, Matt
(Harry Reems, of Deep Throat fame, credited here as Bruce Gilchrist).
On
the day of her return, Linda begins experiencing emotional meltdowns and
suffers a multitude of terrifying delusions. It seems that everywhere she
turns, the jester mask is leering over her shoulder and the men who’ve
previously attacked her are somewhere lying in wait.
Though
he’s promised to look after her, Matt’s priorities are elsewhere. He’d much
rather spend time with Carol (Kathryn Clayton), an opportunistic mistress in
constant search of a handout. Consistently left to her own devices, Linda’s
downward ascension soon develops into a complete mental breakdown. It seems
that everywhere she turns, there’s someone out to cause her both physical and
emotional harm. Are Linda’s fears truly imagined, or is some menacing presence
lurking somewhere in the shadows?
Produced on the heels of the rape/revenge sub-genre made popular in the 1970s, Demented differs from its formers in that the assailants are caught before the end of the first reel, so unlike I Spit on Your Grave or The Last House on the Left, the film doesn’t necessarily follow the same formula. Does this minor difference make Demented a superior film? Not a chance.
Demented
is not what any sane individual
would deem a “good” film. The script contains more holes than a brick of Swiss
cheese, the amateurish dialogue is oftentimes cringe-worthy, and Sallee Elyse’s
portrayal of Linda certainly garnered no acclaim. She spends most of the film’s
running time chewing the scenery with an over-exaggerated portrayal of a woman
in peril and, during the more “intense” scenes, expresses anguish by unleashing
a shriek so impossibly shrill, it’ll be a small miracle if both your
windowpanes and eardrums remain in-tact by the time credits roll.
I
chose Demented for this episode of B-Movie Bonanza because it has
been one of my go-to “so ridiculously bad, it’s good” movies for a number of
years. Looking at it now, however, I realized (and convey this during the
commentary) the film just doesn’t hold up, even as a novelty. Though there
remains some minor camp value, Demented is downright boring at times.
There are lengthy sequences where absolutely nothing happens. Not even a trace
of dialogue can be heard during some of these scenes (which is probably a good
thing, on second thought). Because of this, I run out of things to discuss
about three quarters of the way through, making this by no means a stand-out episodes
of B-Movie Bonanza. Nevertheless, I hope you’ll accompany me on this
strange little journey and try as best you can to enjoy the show.
I
used the Netflix streaming edition of the film, which runs 1:31:53, for the
purposes of this commentary. If you’d like to watch with me, this would
obviously be the best source. However, there are a handful of rips available on
YouTube, which may also be adequate. I’m not sure if these versions are edited,
but it’s worth a look. One source I would avoid is the Desert Island Films DVD
available for just under $10.00 via Amazon. According to one review, this
edition is a bootleg disc taken directly from the original Media VHS released
way back in the early ‘80s. According to the product information included on
the page, this version runs 87 minutes, which would make it trimmed by at least
5, so consider yourself forewarned.
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