BloodIndianFetishThis 1984 rarity, a Hong Kong sexploitater spiced with black magic, is highly sought after by trash movie connoisseurs, but the reality is that outside of its geek show value there just isn’t much here.

There’s really not a while lot to say about the making and reception of BLOOD OF AN INDIAN FETISH CULT (QIUZHANG DE NU’ER), whose background details, it seems, are largely unknown. The film has furthermore become quite obscure, and there’s a definite reason for that!

In a secluded wilderness setting a man is seduced by Amiwah, an especially horny priestess, in the midst of a burial rite. These two basket cases, it transpires, are members of the titular fetish cult, inspired by the dress and practices of Native American peoples. The rituals practiced by this cult include tree fucking and stringing people up by their hands while doing pervy things with their naked bodies.

The insatiable Amiwah gets fucked by several of the cult’s male members, one of whom decamps for the big city. There he bangs a woman who gives him a magic necklace he unwisely throws away. This makes him a target for a rival cultist, who uses black magic to attack him.

More sexual excess follows after the man returns to the cult’s fold. There he gets it on with an especially luscious young woman cultist, leading to an orgy in which at least two male cultists fuck themselves to death.

This film appears to be the sole credit for director Kun Boa Man. I can understand why, as it’s poorly made, incoherent and dull!  The sex scenes are crudely lit and unarousing, despite some striking camerawork here and there (particularly in an upside-down sex scene). For that matter, the abovementioned tree fucking scene, with its lingering close-ups of the hole made by the invading penis, is a decidedly novel and fascinating one.

Equally promising are the downright otherworldly rituals and ceremonies depicted in the opening scenes, which unfortunately aren’t paid off in any meaningful way. Ditto the attempts at an honest-to-goodness linear narrative in the latter scenes, which are totally obliterated by the climactic orgy, which drags on far too long.

The film’s most interesting elements, for me at least, were the instrumental versions of iconic American pop tunes that litter the soundtrack, including “Take a Look at Me Now” and (no joke) “Ghostbusters.”

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Director: Kun Boa Man
Cast: Hong Yu Hong, O’Wai Nai