A young hot-shot reports for duty as a new pathology resident in a top teaching hospital. As time goes on he realizes that the other residents are playing a homicidal game - murdering street people and criminals in highly unusual ways in an attempt to fool their peers, who will perform the autopsy. The hot-shot is repulsed at first, but he is a cold person himself, and loves the intellectual challenge of trying to figure out how the murders were performed. There is, however, one major hitch in the fun and games. If he wants to play, he can't always be on the guessing team. Occasionally he has to supply some creatively murdered corpses.

That basic plot summary barely hints at how dark and twisted this story is. The murders get the amoral doctors sexually excited, and they often make whoopie right in where they make their kills, or in the morgue itself. The adrenalin rush from their mass murder spree, coupled with uncontrolled drug consumption, drives them to the very edge of madness, and then beyond the edge, as they keep raising the stakes. The doctors eventually start to murder each other, each other's girlfriends, and beyond. Where could it go beyond that? Let's just say that the final scene makes every possible effort to shock the audience.

Pathology is a black-hearted thriller about sociopaths who commit murder for kicks, but it is more than that. The film is so depraved that it goes beyond the thriller genre and into the realm of gorotica, and offers enough sex and splatter to qualify for the Grand Guignol. Flatliners meets The Lost Boys. The backdrop for the story is just as twisted as the plot line itself. Scene after scene pictures the doctors performing autopsies - and that is only the tame stuff, the legitimate medical processes performed on the corpses during normal working hours. The secret murder club adds all sorts of additional desecrations on the dead bodies when the innocent doctors have gone home.

The L.A.Weekly summed up the film's niche-market appeal perfectly:

"When a movie opens with the diner scene from "When Harry Met Sally" as performed by cadavers, and later proceeds to sex scenes involving scalpels and needles, the actual plot is inconsequential. Fans of hard-R exploitation will love this; everyone else will likely be appalled. Screw 'em."

To which I would only add that I can't believe this was ever rated R. If any mainstream films deserve an NC-17, this is one of them. "R" means that kids can go with parents, right? I wouldn't recommend letting your kids see this one unless they are in their forties. Between the explicit close-ups of naked corpses, the callous treatment of internal organs, the detailed medical processes, the sadism, and the drug-and-murder-fueled morgue sex, this film would provide an impressionable child with enough nightmares for a lifetime. It's just not a family picture, unless you mean the Manson Family.

Or possibly the Osmonds.

Also, I wouldn't recommend taking a date, unless you are trying to break up with her.

Having offered those precautions, I have to admit that the film works on a deep visceral level.  Pathology is ugly and cynical, to be sure, and there is no character to root for. Its "hero" is a mass murderer who isn't as bad as his fellow serial killers, and he was an arrogant, unlikeable prick even before he got hooked into the murder game. And yet if you are into "shock gratia shock" cinema, this meets your quota for a while, and does so with good production values, a healthy budget, and competent actors. It is an effective "guilty pleasure" film which I didn't enjoy personally, but probably would have if shock and gore were my particular brands of guilty pleasures.

Not unsurprisingly, assuming that the potential audience for this sort of nihilistic material is a small one, Pathology received only a minimal theatrical run. It never reached more than 46 theaters, and didn't even do well in those ($100,000 total gross over three weeks), although the weak average per theater may have occurred because there was no cost-efficient way to market the film to its target audience in time for a theatrical release. Fueled by internet reviews which may help match it up with its potential audience, the film may perform substantially better on DVD.

Alyssa Milano (or double) film clip (captures below). I have no idea how much of this, if any, is Milano. It may all be done with a double, a mannequin, CGI, and/or prosthetics, or some of it may actually be Alyssa. I will say this: if they used a double, they made a meticulous choice. Alyssa's most readily identifiable bodily feature is the lush cover of dark hair on her forearms. If the naked body is a double or a mannequin, they managed to find a substitute with equally hairy arms! Given that, and her face in the shot, some of this may be she. Or not. I think we can safely assume that those are not Alyssa's genitals in number six! My money would be on "mannequin" except that the boobs jiggle quite realistically when the body is jostled, so the director may have used different doubling techniques for different camera set-ups.


Four Lauren Lee Smith film clips (captures below). If you are a director casting a new movie with nude scenes, let me say that I'm pretty sure Lauren Lee is comfortable doing the nudity. In fact, it may be difficult to keep her clothes on. She's the Nastassja Kinski of her generation.

One last film clip of three random women playing murder victims. Ugly, nasty scene. Even uglier than the others. I'd avoid it if I were you, since the women are nobodies.


  • * Yellow asterisk: funny (maybe).

  • * White asterisk: expanded format.

  • * Blue asterisk: not mine.

  • No asterisk: it probably sucks.


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The Magus, a grand evil wizard, seeks to crush Uncle Felix, a mild mannered healer who hasn't been the same since the Magus killed his wife. Felix's niece takes on his rehabilitation as a project for the good deed portion of her judo black belt requirements. She manages to make him care about living, and to help him prepare for the final showdown with the Magmeister and his lethal badass girlfriend.

While the modest budget shows in the cheapjack special effects, the film is actually somewhat better than the IMDb 3.0 would indicate. While it is brainless, it does have some sympathetic characters, rousing themes, and a happy ending. To get the right idea, imagine The Last Starfighter, except with a disturbingly bad villain, graphic gore and full frontal nudity from Eva Derrek.


Eva Derrek









Anne Parillaud Film Festival

From 1981's Whirlpool, the delicious Anne is all tied up as a "Babe in Bondage" revealing full frontal.

A year later she again shows all in The Cache.

Then we jump forward to 2002 and Gangsters. After two decades, Miss Parillaud is still showing skin, this time handcuffed to a chair while the bad guy exposes her breasts.

Scoop's note: If you are working toward a PhD in film, here's a research project for your dissertation: which French actress smiles the least? I can't choose between Anne Parillaud and Isabelle Huppert. Juliette Binoche went for decades without smiling, but has now loosened up a bit and has been eliminated from the competition.







Notes and collages


Elizabeth Perkins











Part 2 of 2

I've done some hi-def collages and movies of Kelly Craig and Lena Headey in "300." The hi-def movies are at 1280x720 (OAR of 1280x544) and they look great. I'm working on different compression settings to find that right compromise between quality and file size, and these are a lot more efficient than my previous hi-def movies.

Kelly Craig film clip. Collages follow below.

(Lena Headey is in yesterday's edition)








Brooke Shields, topless except for some pasties and lots of hair.

Heidi Klum showing some nipplage. There is a very similar picture in the Pirelli Calendar, so I suppose this is another picture from the same shoot.

Kate Moss wearing a see-through dress, without underwear, in Moslem Istanbul.

Angelina Jolie, showing a bit of areola in Beyond Borders

Three women from Virgin Territory:

Kate Groombridge

Silvia Colloca

Chiara Gensini



Film Clips

Catherine Keener in Living in Oblivion

Marie-Josee Croze in Maelstrom