I’ve seen people killed by chainsaws. I’ve seen people killed with hatchets. I’ve seen people killed by grenades shoved in their mouths, set ablaze whilst rolling down the hill in a wheelchair, and devoured by voracious pigs. I’ve even seen people killed by something as seemingly innocuous as a chalkboard eraser. But, until the gleefully perverse giallo, The Sister of Ursula, I can’t recall ever seeing anyone killed by a man’s penis.
Ursula (Barbara Magnolfi) and her sister Dagmar (Stefania D’Amario) head to a seaside resort to relax and recover from the recent death of their father. While there, Ursula finds herself hounded by a handsome-yet-shady local who won’t take no for an answer, while her sister enjoys the company of the resorts salacious guests.
Almost as soon as they arrive, however, a woman’s body is discovered in her room, her nether regions torn asunder by what can only be described as a murderous missile of man meat. Being a giallo, Ursula and Dagmar shrug off this murder, and continue their vacation, but, soon after, another pair of bodies are discovered, and…well…Ursula and Dagmar sort of shrug them off to. But, when yet another body is discovered…uh…I think Dagmar goes to the spa while Ursula takes a bath or something. To be honest, I have no idea what happened, because, by this time, I was laughing so hard I lost track.
The Sister of Ursula is one of the most deliriously over-the-top examples of Euro-sleaze cinema I’ve ever witnessed. From the seemingly non-stop nudity and borderline hardcore sex scenes to depraved method in which our killer dispatches his victims, nothing – and I mean nothing – is off-limits here. While the film isn’t as gory as the bloodier entries in the genre, the violence that’s inferred here is nearly as nausea inducing as the film’s misogynistic undertones (and overtones, and every tone in between).
The killer, completely in shadow save for big bright circles around his eyes, usually springs out of nowhere, reaching down to undo his trousers, revealing a mammoth erection (shown as a growing shadow on the wall). When we next see his victims, they look as though they’d been intimate with a gas powered post-hole digger. This is the sort of stuff that goes a long way toward explaining why feminists hated horror films in the 70’s. This is also one of the reasons why I can't recommend Sisters of Ursula to any but the most feverish of giallo fanatics, as the film's not only so misogynistic that it borders on hateful, it's also one of the silliest and most leisurely paced examples of the genre I've seen (and, when it comes to gialli, that's sayin' somethin'!).
Severin presents The Sister of Ursula in a solid 1.85:1 widescreen transfer, with a clean Dolby mono soundtrack in Italian (with optional English subtitles), and an interview with director Enzo Milioni, as well as the film’s theatrical trailer.