Singapore Sling
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review by Sue Blair, 1995

A simply abysmal film of sick torture. Unfortunately, the sick
torture is the best part of the film. In fact, if the film was all
sick torture, I would give it a good review;  but no, the film has to
try to be one of those foreign esoteric, introspective, philosophical
deals.  Yawn...a Dieter-esque masturbation fest.

Anyway, I show myself to be the shallow prole that I am by telling
you that the best parts of the film are as follows:

1. a woman screwing a man as her daughter performs electroshock
therapy on him in order to get off on his writhings in the throes of
agony.  The daughter is majorly kinky as the result of being held
*too much* as a child, i.e., her mother doinks her with a strap-on.
As the piece d'resistance, the woman urinates on the man's cranium.
Yay.

2. the daughter sticks her finger down her throat while screwing the
captive man and vomits on his face. There are several bonus regurgo
scenes when the characters gorge themselves at the dinner table and
vomit into their plates.

The sickest scene of the film is when the heroine (I guess), the
daughter, gets killed with a strap-on knife.  Warning: This film
promotes violence (against the sensibilities of the audience).