It's a long weekend. I am entertained by strangers, Count Tsarev's Sinister Weekend, also known as Seven Women for Satan. It was removed by the Frenchman Michel Lemoine in the mid-seventies and naturally in deep delirium. Perhaps under the influence of compatriot Jean Rollen, who also harnessed horror, erotica and surrealism in the field. So Lemoine has all this up to his knees. Although not so cool and even still somewhat ordinary.
Young widowed Count Boris Tsarev buys a mansion in France, where he plans to conduct active leisure. And his leisure is such that Tsarev is obsessed with torture and lush young ladies, whom he takes to his mansion, licks them there in every way, and then kills. And all because the butler of Boris Karl in every possible way induces the count to this by means of a diabolical contract of his ancestor living in a ... hmm ... picture. Between affairs and perversions, Boriska at the same time somehow sees the ghost of his former lover, who invites him somewhere.
In general, the plot was thoroughly gnawed by mice, and the main dish of the film is deliberate eroticism, in proportions two to one diluted with epic stupidity and low-browsing (you can only single out the carbide execution of two cretin guests on an inquisition torture machine). Lemoine simultaneously tries to furnish everything beautifully, gothic, exquisite and even baroque, but one remembers only the corresponding Guy Bonnet soundtrack, which brightens the general cycle of delusional movements from sweaty dreams to work, and from the mansion to the cemetery. Better get back to work. Fuck this weekend.
2 out of 10