Originally titled Nightmare Circus and then rechristened Terror Circus, this horror flick truly
deserves its final moniker, The Barn of
the Naked Dead, not so much because the title accurately describes
the movie’s content—it does not—but because the title captures the film’s
sordid aesthetic. Taking the ’70s trope of misogynistic killers to an absurd
extreme, the picture introduces a character who kidnaps women, chains them
inside a barn, calls them “animals,” and trains them to perform circus tricks.
Whenever one of the women gets out of line, the psycho punishes her with a whip
or by leaving the woman alone with a hungry lion or a lethal snake. Even though
modern history has proven that men who treat women this horribly exist in
reality, it’s one thing to make a thoughtful drama about the monsters in our
midst (e.g., The Boston Strangler or Helter Skelter), and it’s another thing
to transform the flailing of pretty girls into drive-in entertainment. Further,
it’s galling to learn that The Barn of
the Naked Dead was cowritten and directed by Alan Rudolph (under a
pseudonym) early in his career. After all, once he blossomed under Robert Altman’s
tutelage, Rudolph made a series of offbeat indie films with strong female
protagonists—atonement for participating in this project, perhaps?
Anyway, the
plot is painfully simple. When three showgirls experience car trouble while
crossing the desert on the way to a gig in Las Vegas, handsome stranger Andre
(Andrew Prine) offers to drive them to his house, where they can use a phone to
call for help. Once there, the showgirls discover a barn full of captive women,
and they’re added to the prison population at gunpoint. Eventually, the lead
showgirl, Simone (Manuela Thiess), gets Andre’s attention because she reminds
him of his long-dead mother. This precipitates lots of dialogue scenes about Andre’s
abandonment issues. However, it’s hard to take the character stuff seriously
since The Barn of the Naked Dead also
includes a killer mutant who is horribly scarred from radiation poisoning.
Adding to the overall unpleasantness is a dissonant score by Tommy Vig, which
waffles between repetitive go-go grooves and sharp atonal stings. As for
leading man Prine, he doesn’t come close to elevating the material, instead
offering a mundane screamy-twitchy turn in the familiar Anthony Perkins style.
The Barn of the Naked Dead: LAME
Barn of the naked dead
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Alan Rudolph? Oh, my God!
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