Awakening of the Beast (1970, alternatively titled Sadistic Ritual) is the movie I chose to watch in mourning of José Mojica Marins a.k.a. Coffin Joe, the Brazilian legend of Horror films. Here's the catch, though - I'd already watched the official Coffin Joe trilogy, made up of At Midnight I'll Take Your Soul (1963), Tonight I'll Possess Your Corpse (1967) and the late Embodiment of Evil (2008), but I was aware Marins had written and directed (as well as starred in as Coffin Joe) many other Horror flicks. So, what were those movies about, if not good old Coffin Joe's relentless pursuit of the perfect woman to further his lineage with? Well, prepare yourself to be as surprised as I was. At the start of this absolutely insane motion picture, a group of psychiatrists shot in dramatic B&W chiaroscuro are heatedly bullying one of them over his claim that drugs lead to depravity. This doctor tells a number of exemplary stories about sex and drugs, which run a wild gamut of meanings of the term "depravity", from consensual orgies to rape in the workplace and a really strange one where a rich lady spies on her young daughter having sex with the black butler while she does cocaine and caresses a donkey's head (!). We see all of these in lurid flashbacks, often taking place in the same abandoned warehouse location. Mojica Marins plays himself and sits at the table with the psychiatrists, although by his own admission it's unclear why he would be enjoying such scholarly company.
After this first half of the film the psychiatrist is suddenly accused of doing illegal experiments on subjects by administering them LSD, and apparently he has admitted as much in his latest book. The accused party proceeds to tell his story in flashback mode. As he was finishing his book on drugs and the human subconscious he caught the end of a TV interview with Mojica Marins, a so-called "trial of the people" where Marins and his alter ego Coffin Joe are tried for obscenity and compared unfavorably with more prestigious Brazilian filmmakers like Glauber Rocha and Anselmo Duarte. Somehow the interview inspired him to find four drug addicts (characters taken from the first half of the film, including the coke fiend rich lady with the donkey fetish) and offer to pay them to take LSD, a proposition the four junkies all happily agreed to. The psychiatrist bought a film poster for The Strange World of Coffin Joe (1968) and injected LSD in their veins as they were contemplating it, which we can all agree would make anyone trip balls. The four subjects then descend into Hell with Coffin Joe as a guide/host and the whole film goes technicolor! There is all kind of wonderful weirdness in this last act, but my favorite are a series of smoking assholes with grotesque faces painted on them. We then go back to the framing story and the psychiatrists are about to hang their colleague when he sweeps the rug from under them by revealing (with the accompanying evidence) that he only injected his subjects with plain water, which could have provoked an embolism, I guess, but definitively did not cause the hellish visions they experienced. So, he reveals, drugs are not the cause of depravity (and I guess he should pulp his latest book) and are not dangerous if taken in moderation - the real darkness lies in the human soul and drugs are just an excuse. Everyone goes home happy and the argument is revealed to be a very artistically lit TV panel. The film ends on a close-up of a smiling Mojica Marins yelling "cut" at the camera.
This film showcases everything that made Coffin Joe so special. Even considering his modest funding and commercial approach (which is referenced often in the film, with the real-life Coffin Joe Horror comic books included in the opening titles and as part of the plot, as apparently all drug addicts read them) the guy was an auteur who brought a philosophical approach to Horror. He wasn't subtle and his messaging is often murky as all his films end up being excuses for lysergic glimpses of Hell, but damn if there isn't substance to them. Included below are a film poster which you definitively shouldn't admire under the influence of LSD and a link to his first and most highly regarded film with English subtitles. You can thank me later by finding me a woman who's worthy to carry my seed and further my lineage.