Insanely sleazy Eurotrash quasi-remake of Eyes Without A Face, Faceless marks my first foray into the domain of Jesús Franco, one of profound confusion and exceptional intrigue. Nearly everyone in Faceless is either suffering from a severe form of substance abuse or craving intense sexual pleasure. It's made all the more hilarious by the peculiar ADR and unflattering camera angles, almost like Franco was directing with his eyes sown shut. There are plenty of gross-out effects for the gore hounds among us, coupled with an 80s disco pop soundtrack that clashes horribly with the rest of the film but I found myself bopping to on more than one occasion. A softcore shocker to be sure, Faceless rides high thanks to the laughable over-acting, cheers Telly, and touches upon some genuinely interesting backstories (Anton Diffring's Nazi Doctor being the prime example) that otherwise bleed into the background of this routine exploitation horror that seems to have been produced by a can of hairspray and a kilo of primo cocaine.
Review of Faceless
