MARK OF THE DEVIL (1970)

 

 

At times brutal, at times visually impressive, but all around fucked up grindhouse bliss. Buckle up and find your seats, the torture train is leaving the station. They actually handed out vomit bags when this one was making the rounds. It’s not nearly that bad (especially by today’s standards) but it still has it’s share of ass-spiking.

 

SEE YOU ON FORTY DEUCE,

 

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