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The Demon in Miss Jones is from 1970

The Demon in Miss Jones has it all, my friends - gore, sex (both gay and straight), necrophilia, incest - everything that a true sleaze fan wants from a classic trash film. The title obviously refers to The Devil in Miss Jones, another famous porn cult.

TDIMJ is a completely bizarre horror/porn entry that is equal parts cheesy H.G. Lewis-style blood-bath, and hardcore porn feature. Everything in the film is completely laughable so it's hard to take any of the sleazy going's-on too seriously, but I still credit the director for trying. Apparently, this film is quite rare as it never became popular (I wonder why) and was never given any wide spread distribution.

I have to say - if you're a fan of ultra-sleazy sex films, go ahead and download this one. One of the better horror/gore/porn films of the era - if you dig stuff like HARDGORE and HOUSE OF DE SADE, or bizarre porn hybrids like THUNDERCRACK, you'll probably be digging this one too. Sex Psycho also known as The Demon in Miss Jones, Widow Blue.

A fan wrote;

“Scummy, twisted, degenerate and all the better for it, this long lost X rated wonder from the good ol' year of 1970 was the brainchild of one Walt Davis. At the close of the Sixties Davis had directed several minor soft-core movies, however in the early Seventies Davis developed a kink for mixing sordid sexploitation with Herschell Gordon Lewis brand of gore slaughter which manifested itself in two supremely shocking features. The other is the outlandish Evil Come, Evil Go (1972) a gruesome tale of Sister Sarah Jane Butler, who butchers `love generation men' in LA to the theme song of `Sarah Jane, Sarah Jane you're insane'. Whereas Evil Come, Evil Go cleaned up, the earlier Sex Psycho fared less well- it was simply deemed unreleasable, never showing up anywhere either on video or the cinemas. Even the efforts of the producer (Cuban born sex film pioneer Manuel S. Conde) and a change of title to the more X friendly Widow Blue, all proved in vain. The Sex Psycho of the title and our hero of the piece, if he could be called that is Nick (Mike Haven- the cat burglar from Al Adamson's Brain of Blood) a pudgy faced average Joe who taunts and ridicules his sloppy wife (Sandy Demsey) over her coke-bottle glasses and natty blonde wig. A marriage made in hell, he's a sexist pig who complains about her burnt cooking, while she threatens to run back to her mothers whenever he says boo. Despite his low opinion of his wife's sex appeal, Nick is convinced that someone out there finds her attractive, especially when he overhears her talking to her lover on the phone. Enraged, Nick promptly goes out and buys a large meat cleaver, then takes to fondling it in his car with a look in his eyes that suggests he has more on his mind than cutting cake with it. Oddly his other half isn't the intended victim, instead Nick speeds over to his mistress Eva Blue, only to find Eva's bi-sexual husband Jerry Blue (played by none other than the director himself) getting under the sheets with Eva's brother Marshall. Egged on by Eva and helped by Marshall, Nick sinks the cleaver deep into Jerry's neck. Things become even more vomitious when the whacked out Eva Blue drags Nick onto the bed for some post-homicide heavy petting despite Jerry's dead body providing interruption `Don't worry about him, he's dead, dead, dead'. Dim Marshall is suitably horrified but agrees to hide the body in a big, black coffin, yet again though libidos provide a distraction. When the three Sex Psychos finally remember they have a corpse to dispose of a pair of Jerry's swinger pals Ron and Sarah show up and (only slightly fazed by the big black coffin in the middle of the room) quickly turn the place into a suburban swingers party!! Well remember this is the Seventies and only then could a scriptwriter get away with the line that comes from the ubiquitous John Holmes `we're all 21 and responsible citizens, so let's just take off our clothes and get it on right here'. Despite Holmes alarming presence, Davis reserves the freakiest moment for the completely basket case climax that leaves Eva screaming her guts out, Nick bleeding to death holding on to a bloody stump and his wife choking to death. Not without credence is the legend that a single showing in the dawn of the Seventies had potential buyers running from the theatre as if the Blob had invaded. What distinguishes Sex Psycho from typical XXX movie house fare, sealed its commercial fate. If the extreme gore didn't get to them, the scenes with Davis and friend would have had dirty mack dwellers deeply suspicious that they had gone to the wrong theatre. Davis evidently saw allot wrong with the world, Evil Come, Evil Go takes several pot-shots at religious fanaticism while Sex Psycho sees the world behind every picket fence as a cocktail of violence, insanity and false morality. Even so for their grim storylines and messages Davis's features remain cartoonish over the top and always on the very dark side of black humor. His Sex Psycho script is so mockingly vulgar as to bring laughs to the most morbid melodrama, also hilariously jarring is his taste in music with demented organ music and liberal uses of the theme from The French Connection and Night on Bald Mountain. A personification of the skinny, ear muff side burned, long haired LA freak that every conservative feared, little is known about writer/ director/ erst-while Mr. Jerry Blue and all round enfant terrible Walt Davis- other than the movies. Soon after getting Sex Psycho and Evil Come, Evil Go out of his system Davis wrote his way into obscurity, his last known credit was a script for Deep Jaws a film made in 1976 by Manuel Conde. Today Sex Psycho is best viewed as the black sheep never invited even to the table of the most extreme films from America's most extreme era and most extreme medium. Too much for audiences of the day, its still not for everyone but if you're looking for something unique, especially outrageous and with the explicit sex and death that comes with Seventies excess then Walt Davis is your man.”

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