A group of young travellers converge on a remote German castle where the occupants try to resurrect a centuries old vampiress by using a descendant as the host for her spirit.
As written and directed by prolific adult film maker Joseph W. Sarno, The Devil's Plaything unsurprisingly suffers from a dreadful plot and crap performances, and delivers loads of (unexplicit) nudity and sex, opening as it means to go on with a protracted naked lesbian hippy Satanic ritual in which the participants are felt up by their leader. Precisely what they are hoping to achieve by this practice is unclear, but it's fun to watch, nonetheless. Sadly, as the film progresses, and the story becomes harder to follow (not helped by the strong accents of its mostly German cast), the repetitive scenes of gyrating naked women actually become extremely boring, even when they introduce multi-coloured penis-shaped candles into the mix.
More nudity and random sexual acts are provided by the castle's young guests, including a couple having a roll in the hay, and a woman satisfying herself with a candle (NOT penis shaped, but it still does the trick). Somehow, though, Sarno manages to make all of this deviancy about as exciting as a documentary on watercress farming in the Meon Valley.
As written and directed by prolific adult film maker Joseph W. Sarno, The Devil's Plaything unsurprisingly suffers from a dreadful plot and crap performances, and delivers loads of (unexplicit) nudity and sex, opening as it means to go on with a protracted naked lesbian hippy Satanic ritual in which the participants are felt up by their leader. Precisely what they are hoping to achieve by this practice is unclear, but it's fun to watch, nonetheless. Sadly, as the film progresses, and the story becomes harder to follow (not helped by the strong accents of its mostly German cast), the repetitive scenes of gyrating naked women actually become extremely boring, even when they introduce multi-coloured penis-shaped candles into the mix.
More nudity and random sexual acts are provided by the castle's young guests, including a couple having a roll in the hay, and a woman satisfying herself with a candle (NOT penis shaped, but it still does the trick). Somehow, though, Sarno manages to make all of this deviancy about as exciting as a documentary on watercress farming in the Meon Valley.