'Nightmares Come at Night' (1970) – Jesús Franco.

The marvellously macabre Midnight Movie magician Jesús Franco once again luridly entices his more fleshly-inclined, sensation-seeking fans to totter timorously upon the fearfully frayed edges of this supernaturally salacious, theatrically twisted, terror-tinted tightrope of sinfully-singed, sumptuously subversive celluloid insanity! Like some dementedly DMT-dazed, audaciously unfiltered, hyper-eroticised Hitchcock, Franco's hysterical, palm-sweatingly sinister psychodrama 'Nightmares Come at Night' (1970) thrillingly proves itself to be yet another fabulously febrile, panic-drenched, lividly downbeat Grindhouse delirium! A brilliantly batso-bonkers B-Movie bacchanal, wherein the fiendishly inventive Iberian iconoclast Franco coaxes another bravura performance from sinuously sublime, raven-haired shiny dancer Soledad Miranda who makes for a truly mesmerically maniacal protagonist! Regarded by some as the tyrannically tasteless auteur of cheapjack, five-fingered filth, yet hailed by many as being a visionary avatar of audaciously left-field exotica, Franco was an uncommonly vivid visual artist whose almost heroic lack of cinematic refinement, impish predilection for hyperbolic crudity, and super-charged sensuality frequently engendered the most deliciously diverting, outrageously outré, darkly dreamt, filmically far-out fare! For me, maestro Jesús Franco's sordidly sweat-slathered, hypnotically hateful 'Nightmares Come at Night' arguably remains one of his more misunderstood, intoxicatingly insane, flank-poundingly perverse, ferociously enticing, fear-festooned fantasies!'