Gonna be brief again today. I’m quite heavily medicated and still not at my best.
I want to forget this.
A past-it cabaret singer named Lila Lash and her randomly Danish dwarf son, Olaf own a downmarket boarding house in London. In the attic, they have a collection of young women that they have kidnapped and chained up to be used as sex slaves. Lila and Olaf are also involved in a heroin-smuggling business, which they dose the women with daily to keep them from escaping. When a young married couple turns up to rent a room, Olaf and Lila take a liking to the wife. Unpleasantness ensues.
The Sinful Dwarf is apparently a bit of a minor cult hit among fans of early seventies’ Scandinavian exploitation flicks. I’m no expert on that particular corner of cinema history, but if this is the best of the bunch then the whole lot of them should be gathered up and burned. Mean, ugly, sleazy (not in a good way) and degrading… Hell, I felt dirty just watching it.
In case any of you are in any doubt, I’m no prude when it comes to movies. Most of the things that I decry this slagheap for, I can accept and appreciate in other films if they are in service of something bigger. Everyone has a line however, and mine is when the prolonged rape of a woman being held captive for that very purpose is presented as entertainment. This is a vile, piece of shit movie. It’s not even a well-made piece of shit either.
If you are contemplating watching this film, I suggest you punch yourself very hard in the face, then read Misty Layne’s live-commentary review: the combination will be half as painful and infinitely more entertaining.