First let me say that Ed Wood did not direct this "film;" he is only responsible for the script(lets not blame him more than need be for this piece of ineptitude of epic proportions). This film makes Plan Nine From Outer Space look like a minor cinematic classic. At least Plan Nine is a film that one with an open mind can sit through and be reasonably entertained, but this....this....was almost unwatchable! It is a story about two people driving one night in search of a cemetery(only the background to these scenes are shot in daylight). They of course find a cemetery...and not just your ordinary run-of-the-mill types either. No! They come across the cemetery that has a Ghoul leader observing dead topless women dance for his pleasure. And that really is all the film is about...10 topless strippers perform for Criswell(the ghoul leader) and his assistant the Black Ghoul. There is no real story, no plot twists except for the appearance of a wolfman and mummy so horribly made-up and acting so painfully as to make one wince every time they speak. Dancer after dancer performs and we get to see plenty of breasts....breasts of all sizes, shapes, angles...which is all that one can applaud in this piece of dreck. This film is nothing more than an exhibition for talentless strippers to perform with bad music and scenarios. Criswell speaks as if he thinks out every single word and says each word as if it were Moses laying down the Ten Commandments. No one in the film has any acting range whatsoever and the settings are cheap...covered up by plenty of dry ice floating about. I wish there was something good I could say about this film, but the honest truth is that, even though I consider myself a aficionado of bad films, I had a great deal of trouble sitting through this awful, boring mess.

This is a film written by Ed Wood and it's clearly worse than any prior film in his amazingly bad repertoire. Compared to ORGY OF THE DEAD, his more famous films (GLEN OR GLENDA and PLAN 9 FROM OUTER SPACE) are like Shakespeare!! It's bad....so bad that I think the current rating of 2.3 is ridiculously overrated. Heck, anything above 1.0 would be overrated for this terrible film.

The film is mostly a combination of strippers doing their acts along with inane narration by Criswell. Unlike PLAN 9, Criswell is THE dominant actor--not just an annoying narrator at the beginning and end. Seeing the very androgynous psychic sit there and feign interest in the procession of mostly naked dancers is a sight to behold!

ORGY OF THE DEAD begins with a couple driving to a cemetery. These two idiots might just be among the worst actors who ever lived, as they can barely read their lines. Too often, the dialog is misread and the director (Stephen C. Apostolof) didn't even bother to re-shoot their scenes! Then, when they have an accident near the grave site (filmed in perhaps the most unconvincing manner ever),they fall into a magical land where Criswell is the pimp-daddy--having assorted sexy ladies dance naked for him. They apparently must satisfy his love of dance or be damned for all eternity. While most of the strippers were more attractive than I'd have expected in such a low budget film (I was expecting large scars, needle marks and tattoos),after a very short time the nudity became absolutely boring--so boring I found myself speeding through these very long and horribly choreographed dance numbers. In fact, so many strippers performed that about 90% of the film consisted of naked dancing....very, very boring naked dancing. And during all this, the two prisoners just watch the burlesque show--along with Criswell, his Vampira-like assistant, a were-wolf and a mummy standing around and trying not to look too out of place. By the end of the film, it's obvious that Criswell is so bored that he orders his second in command to rape he lady prisoner. However, instead of some hot lesbian action, the sun rises and all the undead are turned to skeletons. Yeah, whatever.

So how is it worse than PLAN 9? Well, there really is no attempt at a plot. The plot of PLAN 9 is dumb, but at least there IS a plot!! It's just nude bored dancing girls wearing silly outfits in ORGY (but not for long) and g-strings. Oddly, many of the ladies seemed to be wearing the same silver g-string (I sure hope they weren't sharing). Any film that manages to make all that nudity totally boring is amazing! On top of that, the acting is worse than any Wood film and will bore you to tears. Not one of the performers showed any talent at delivering their lines--at least PLAN 9 had Lyle Talbot!! While Ed Wood never was a master at writing dialog, these idiots managed to make it a lot worse by their inability to read. Criswell was his usual effeminate self--accentuating the wrong syllables and talking as if he just took a sleeping pill. As for the wolf-man and mummy, their costumes looked like they came from a discount costume shop and they delivered their lines like they had been stage hands just moments before. The Vampira-like lady looked pretty hot with her bluish skin, but that was about all you can say about her. The two prisoners, as I mentioned above, were morons and could barely say their lines. As for the set, it was ALL filmed in a small fake graveyard...period. No location shots and the only non-graveyard shot was one shot in a car that was not moving. It was SUPPOSED to be but I guess you just had to pretend it was.

Overall, probably the worst movie I have ever seen. Dull from start to finish and even ample boobies couldn't perk up this dull mess.

Horror novelist Bob (the hopelessly wooden William Bates) and his girlfriend Shirley (voluptuous knockout Pat Barrington, who does delectable double D duty as the gold girl) are searching for a cemetery that will serve as inspiration for Bob's latest story. The couple stumble across the pernicious Emperor of the Night (a gloriously fey and histrionic portrayal by Criswell) and his equally nefarious cohort the Black Ghoul (cute Vampira clone Fawn Silver),who force the pair to watch a variety of doomed distaff souls who bump and grind nude in front of them.

Director Stephen C. Apostof certainly delivers on the tasty T&A while also treating the absurd premise with a certain endearingly clunky sincerity. Edward G. Wood Jr.'s ridiculous script boasts a wealth of hilariously overripe dialogue (all-time favorite line: "Torture! Torture! It pleasures me!"). The slight story and plodding pace further add to this film's singularly screwball charm. The ten dances contained herein range from the extremely silly -- the Native American fire dance complete with war chants on the soundtrack has to be seen in order to be (dis)believed -- to the genuinely sexy, with redhead Coleen O'Brien's street walker routine and Nadejda Klein's sultry slave girl number rating as definite sizzling highlights. The fog-shrouded graveyard set provides an appropriately goofy ooga-booga atmosphere. A crummy mummy and dimestore werewolf supply groan-inducing comic relief. Robert Caramico's vibrant color cinematography astutely captures all the eye-popping naughty sights. Jaime Mendoza-Nava's groovy score hits the right-on swinging spot. A total kitschy hoot.