A young woman gets involved in a sex-and-death cult, and finds out that she is slated to be the cult's next victim.A young woman gets involved in a sex-and-death cult, and finds out that she is slated to be the cult's next victim.A young woman gets involved in a sex-and-death cult, and finds out that she is slated to be the cult's next victim.
Victor Colicchio
- Bob
- (as Michael King)
Shaun Costello
- Bruno
- (as Arlo Benson)
Sharon Mitchell
- Girl in Phone Booth
- (as Sharon Mitchel)
Leo Lovemore
- Barry Milton
- (as Waldo Popper)
Kelly Green
- Letter Deliverer
- (uncredited)
- Director
- Shaun Costello(uncredited)
- Writer
- Shaun Costello(uncredited)
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Robert Louis Stevenson it ain't
A nugget of an interesting idea begins DAUGHTERS OF DISCIPLINE, but uncredited auteur (and hidden by a mask in his "acting" role too) Shaun Costello fumbles the opportunity to craft a thriller, delivering the usual fetish garbage instead.
I live near the Meatpacking District where real-life activities similar to the S&M porn depicted here once occurred on a nightly basis at The Vault, Hellfire Club, etc., now merely home to trendy restaurants where tourists congregate when visiting The Highline.
Costello posits a variation on Hellfire Club in the form of a death cult, which heroine C.J. Laing joined on the insistence of her heinously overbearing (and chauvinistic) boyfriend Bob. He's played by an untalented but suitably scuzzy "pretty boy" actor who has a lengthy mainstream career after starting out in gutter-level porn like this.
I thought of RLS and "Treasure Island" because the film opens with Costello's version of The Black Spot: Laing, alone among perhaps 8 members of the cult, receives a letter under her door bearing a skull & crossbones note, indicating she is up for presumably fatal electrocution fun & games at the cult's meeting that night.
Laing recalls in flashback how Bob coerced her into joining, and after a pointless bit of masturbation, we see how trapped she is under Bob's thumb. Him cajoling her in the cornball porn-speak way of manipulation is harder to watch than the explicit and faked torture footage to come.
Meant to shock rather than arouse, this nonsense does have the typical Shaun tongue-in-cheek elements, notably the femme members of the cult, including the inevitable but always worthwhile Sharon Mitchell, dressed in short nighties during the orgiastic climactic scene. Costello uses his favorite low angle (shooting from beneath) camera to record Laing forced to sit in a makeshift electric chair on a penetrating electrified dildo, and get tortured with the usual nipple clamps. At least in the print used by Alpha Blue Archives, the DVD has no ending so we don't see whether Laing is killed or not.
A good version of this material could have brought in a Satanic cult element, always intrinsically interesting whether it be porn or horror, or at least made the "who's chosen to die?" element suspenseful. Costello is content with ambiguity and generally not resolving even the simplest of details - all he cares about is a gimmick to use as springboard for "Adult" content.
Premise that she really craves pain and humiliation is introduced and apparently internalized by many viewers, extending this somehow to the actress herself and not just the role. I led a sheltered life (relatively speaking) in the '70s and only saw Laing in more positive roles for Roberta Findlay and others, and never attached the masochist reputation to her -so watching DISCIPLINE I sympathized and felt she was put-upon, not just a case of (in porn-speak) "you know you love it!".
This type of fetish junk has come a long way since Costello's efforts, and now some of the video features, particularly those of Ernest Greene and his wife Nina Hartley, are extremely sophisticated, employing professional masters or mistresses of the rope and other bondage artists to craft something approaching art (at least for those who enjoy this genre). It is more than nostalgia but rather another example of current values-inversion that so many young fans are attracted to the beyond-primitive style of ancient roughies like this one.
I live near the Meatpacking District where real-life activities similar to the S&M porn depicted here once occurred on a nightly basis at The Vault, Hellfire Club, etc., now merely home to trendy restaurants where tourists congregate when visiting The Highline.
Costello posits a variation on Hellfire Club in the form of a death cult, which heroine C.J. Laing joined on the insistence of her heinously overbearing (and chauvinistic) boyfriend Bob. He's played by an untalented but suitably scuzzy "pretty boy" actor who has a lengthy mainstream career after starting out in gutter-level porn like this.
I thought of RLS and "Treasure Island" because the film opens with Costello's version of The Black Spot: Laing, alone among perhaps 8 members of the cult, receives a letter under her door bearing a skull & crossbones note, indicating she is up for presumably fatal electrocution fun & games at the cult's meeting that night.
Laing recalls in flashback how Bob coerced her into joining, and after a pointless bit of masturbation, we see how trapped she is under Bob's thumb. Him cajoling her in the cornball porn-speak way of manipulation is harder to watch than the explicit and faked torture footage to come.
Meant to shock rather than arouse, this nonsense does have the typical Shaun tongue-in-cheek elements, notably the femme members of the cult, including the inevitable but always worthwhile Sharon Mitchell, dressed in short nighties during the orgiastic climactic scene. Costello uses his favorite low angle (shooting from beneath) camera to record Laing forced to sit in a makeshift electric chair on a penetrating electrified dildo, and get tortured with the usual nipple clamps. At least in the print used by Alpha Blue Archives, the DVD has no ending so we don't see whether Laing is killed or not.
A good version of this material could have brought in a Satanic cult element, always intrinsically interesting whether it be porn or horror, or at least made the "who's chosen to die?" element suspenseful. Costello is content with ambiguity and generally not resolving even the simplest of details - all he cares about is a gimmick to use as springboard for "Adult" content.
Premise that she really craves pain and humiliation is introduced and apparently internalized by many viewers, extending this somehow to the actress herself and not just the role. I led a sheltered life (relatively speaking) in the '70s and only saw Laing in more positive roles for Roberta Findlay and others, and never attached the masochist reputation to her -so watching DISCIPLINE I sympathized and felt she was put-upon, not just a case of (in porn-speak) "you know you love it!".
This type of fetish junk has come a long way since Costello's efforts, and now some of the video features, particularly those of Ernest Greene and his wife Nina Hartley, are extremely sophisticated, employing professional masters or mistresses of the rope and other bondage artists to craft something approaching art (at least for those who enjoy this genre). It is more than nostalgia but rather another example of current values-inversion that so many young fans are attracted to the beyond-primitive style of ancient roughies like this one.
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- lor_
- Jun 18, 2015
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