I don't think I could name another unofficial Italian sequel that, so arbitrarily - and not to mention FIRMLY, secures itself among the ranks of some of THE finest examples of ultra-sleaze "exploitation". Of course, the 1978 Austrailian mind-control flick was as bloodless and titless as can be, so if you happened to find that film unsatisfactory than "Patrick Still Lives" will leave you happier than a pig in shit.
Another guy by the name of Patrick is hilariously knocked into a coma while standing at the side of the road and catching a bottle in the head, thrown by an unknown motorist passing by. Patrick's dad, a nutty doctor with a classy resort, invites a group of high-class vacationers to say with him while his son's comatose telekinesis is used to kill of these potential suspects.
Clearly, the premise is as dopey as hell, plus the first half of the movie is pretty weak and uneventful. Once it reaches a certain point, however, shit gets immensely entertaining. Folks are killed off by means of hooks in the throat, a car window beheading, flesh-eating German Shepherds, and the surprisingly in-your-face vaginal impalement, via fire poker. Plenty of hot, naked chicks with large thickets of pubic bush are trotting around, throughout, and there's a fairly hot masturbation scene to boot.
Lovers of sleazy gore films should check out "Patrick Still Lives"...
I don't think I could name another unofficial Italian sequel that, so arbitrarily - and not to mention FIRMLY, secures itself among the ranks of some of THE finest examples of ultra-sleaze "exploitation". Of course, the 1978 Austrailian mind-control flick was as bloodless and titless as can be, so if you happened to find that film unsatisfactory than "Patrick Still Lives" will leave you happier than a pig in shit.
