I just saw Pier Paolo Pasolini's magnificent 1974 film, The Arabian Nights. It's available on DVD and VCR, so I recommend it to all. One of several stories told in the film is about a young man who is seduced on what was to be his wedding day by a woman looking down at him from a high window. Aided by the woman who loves him, but whom he refused to marry, he carries out a prolonged and elaborate courtship before coupling with his elusive lover. The young man makes love with her every night for a year, until his lover learns of the woman he put aside, and who still acts as his advisor, even though it breaks her heart. After the rejected woman despairs and kills herself, the young man's lover is outraged. When he arrives for a night of sex, his lover and several other women pinion him on the ground, expose his genitals, and tie a cord around his testicles. The lover explains her vengeance on behalf of the rejected woman, while the young man pleads for mercy. Two young women, little more than girls, hold the ends of the cord looped around his balls. At a sign from his lover, the girls pull hard, severing the young man's testicles. Later, he weeps with remorse as he recalls how his betrothed sacrificed herself out of love for him. This makes the point, repeated throughout the film, that we are fated to love certain people, and we can not escape our fate. For Pasolini, this explained the sometimes self-destructive excesses of human passion in the cruel bisexual world he depicts. The film is rich in incident and emotion, as well as being beautiful to see. Many gorgeous young nudes of both sexes are on display. Pasolini's message is acceptance of what we can not change about our sexual natures. A splendid film.

Do you know of other films where castration is important?

Several years ago, there was a long series of posts on the archive about this subject, including a number on the Japanese film REALM OF THE SENSES. The posts have probably gone down the cyerhole, though. One actress, in particular, who did a series of films of this type, impressed a lot of guys, but I can't remember her name. BLACK SNAKE is considered one of the classics in this genre, but I've never seen it, and don't know how explicit the scenes are.

An Onymus (imported) wrote: Thu Jul 31, 2003 2:02 am Several years ago, there was a long series of posts on the archive about this subject, including a number on the Japanese film REALM OF THE SENSES. The posts have probably gone down the cyerhole, though. One actress, in particular, who did a series of films of this type, impressed a lot of guys, but I can't remember her name. BLACK SNAKE is considered one of the classics in this genre, but I've never seen it, and don't know how explicit the scenes are.

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Given the number of guys that want to be castrated, I am surprised that none have volunteered to be a body double, in a castration flick. In that way the producer gets Real footage, and the new Eunuch gets clipped by a doctor, for free. He also gets great footage of his castration.

Sallimpone

Does anyone remember The Evil That Men Do, a 1984 film starring Charles Bronson? The film is a procession of sadistic episodes, delivered with leering relish. If you are of a sadistic turn of mind, it is brilliant; otherwise, it will make your skin crawl. The castration episode occurs while Bronson is traveling through Mexico with a woman under his care, pretending to be his wife. In a cantina, a huge and powerful man seated at the next table ogles the "wife" and suggests that they have sex. Informed by Bronson that the woman is his wife, the huge man sneers and continues to make blunt sexual proposals to the woman. Bronson smiles and says that the man is just expressing his mortality. Bronson calmly lifts the huge man into the air by his testicles. He holds him there as long as he can, while the man roars and thrashes his arms in the air. The men in the cantina are agitated, but the woman simply watches without speaking or showing emotion. When Bronson tires of holding the huge man in the air, he drops him to the floor, never releasing his testicular hold. Bronson puts one foot on the man's throat to keep him down, and lifts the man's midsection into the air by the testicles. The man screams and beats his hands on the floor. Finally, Bronson clutches one of the man's thighs with both hands and pushes down hard, pushing the man's testicles down. When the man is nearly unconscious, moaning in agony, the cantina crowd carries him away. The woman witnesses everything without emotion. This scene lasts several minutes and is the most lovingly detailed attack on a man's genitals that I remember in any film. It is the apex of sadism, as well as covert homosexuality. Available on DVD or VCR.

I think the movies were called GATOR BAIT and of course, the sequel, GB2, in which a woman castrated a man over something or other...I think he had raped her. In one scene, his redneck buddy is tormenting him about he can't "do nuthin' wit' a wOHmun nuh'mur..." - "Do nothing with a woman no more," for those of you who don't speak Redneck.

In the sequel, he's back, but the lady in question then lures another of his cronies into the bath, where she slices his penis off. You don't see it, but it's certainly implied. She then leaves him to bleed to death in the tub. He does that rather fast, too.

Look for the old 80's B movie section. They should be in there.

An Onymus - In the Realm of the Senses is a brilliant film. It's serious art, and beautiful, not just exploitation. The castration is extraordinary because it's presented as an erotic culmination, the logical end of a consuming passion. I can't think of anything outside of this website where castration is put in a similar light. Thanks for reminding me.

sal.limpone - If only there weren't legal barriers! Think of the press, if word should leak out! It would probably mean the professional immolation of all involved. But then, it might be worth it to achieve nirvana.

Paolo - Yure shurely welcome fer ackwaintin' me wif these here pic-chures. They sound just right for a drive-in specializing in blow-jobs. "Oh honey, look at that! It just makes me want to bite down!"

Does anyone remember El Topo, the 1970 cult film? It was a staple of colleges and art-houses for years. No one was quite sure what it meant, but they knew it was fun - the quasi-mystical story of the wanderings of the gun-fighter El Topo, a metaphysical adventurer and symbolic combatant against defective philosophies, with every dialectic in the form of an Old West shoot-out. One of El Topo's first victims is a bandit chieftain representing - I think - materialism. The chieftain is a large fleshy man dressed in an elaborate military costume with ribbons and gold braid. He is grandiose in manner, demanding the fawning attentions of his men. When El Topo arrives, the chieftain shows off his custom made wooden pistols, inviting El Topo to caress them, to see how finely turned they are. (Talk about phallic symbolism!) The chieftain selects a local woman as his companion for the night. She has no choice but to submit. The next morning, we see him get out of bed, a fat old tired man. He tugs on a girdle and a wig, applies rouge and lipstick, and puts lifts in his boots. He must look good for his men. El Topo is waiting for him outside. It's time for the show-down. El Topo quickly shoots away the chieftain's guns, his wig, and his ribbons. The defeated chieftain is set upon by his now vengeful men. They strip him down to nothing but his scarlet silk undershorts. El Topo holds up a knife and stares at the chieftain with meaning. The heavy man shouts "No! No!" and tries to run, but his former men pin him to the ground, their rude hands gripping his thighs, jeering as he begs. The woman who shared his bed watches all this without emotion. El Topo slashes with his knife, and it's over. The naked chieftain walks slowly away, clutching his mutilated groin, as theater audiences howled in delight (especially the women in those heady days of feminism). The chieftain reaches one of his beloved pistols and blows his brains out. El Topo is on to his next conquest. The whole film is in this vein - crude surface, but reaching for deep emotion.

Back in the early 70,s there was a B flick making the rounds, called Ilsa of the SS, or something like that.

The story revolved around this Nazi prisoner of war camp, run by a female commandent (Ilsa).

Tall and blond, the epitome of Nordic beauty, Ilsa's main goal in life is to select and screw all of the fittest and striking of her captives.

If the men failed to outlast her, or left her sexually wanton, then their demise was public castration.

Alas, along comes a new prisoner, California blond and full of piss and vinegar.

This Armerican GI, who not only out performs her ultimate test, but manipulates and ultimately kills Ilsa, in the aftermath of a sexual orgy proves, once again America rules, in this hollywood hatchett job.

Pun not intended.

Griptight, see this link for info about Ilsa, She-Wolf of the SS. http://us.imdb.com/Title?0071650

The title alone is a thriller. I remember this when it was new. It played at the now gone Times Square raunch houses. Alas, I was too timid to see it. But now, I see that it's available on VCR and DVD, so I just might try it. Thanks for reminding me of a long forgotten memory.

I remember seeing a castrationi in the movie Caligula.

Caligula attends the wedding of a soldier and thenrapes the wife and fists the husband and finally slices off his penis. I think it's eventually fed to the dogs.

bizzare film

dave