As the teaser poster "teased" fans with Coffin Joe's memorable razor nails protruding for a grate in a cell, these bold colors and magnificently well shot stills brought a similar experiment in neo-revivification; Dario Argento's desperate The Mother of Tears rings steady in my mind. Argento replaced hallucinogenic set pieces and the giallo tradition of supernaturally violent deaths with exceptional lighting and cinematography destroying most ambiance and replacing the complex murders with a gore bath worthy of a French new-wave feminist film. Terror filled my heart and just like Coffin Joe in his latest installment, I too was filled with fantastical visions of future suffering. Could you have guessed that Embodiment of Evil isn't the worst film to come out this year? It isn't the worst but I'd have a difficult time finding one more disappointing than this expedition in frequent nudity and pointless gore.
In the final moments of This Night I'll Possess Your Corpse, the exalted Coffin Joe exclaimed "God! I believe in your power!". Of course the line originally read "I don't believe in God! I'll be back!" but censors wouldn't pass the film unless this ending was changed. Jose Mojica Marins decided to find a lookalike to film some additional footage in the aesthetic style of his 60s endeavors. Incredible lookalike Raymond Castile plays the part reenacting Marins' vision for his second film. Thus leaves the entrance of the third film a bit more explained, but this is not the redemption the film needs. It's never explained how Zé do Caixao ended up being imprisoned. All we realize is that upon his release, his outside community has changed drastically. This is displayed rather crudely and comically as Joe stares disapprovingly at 2 dark "slumdogs" on the sidewalk huffing inhalants.
Like any intelligent man, Marins first attempts to relive the intelligence of his dreary monologues of the past by visually inserting ideals of the continuity of blood line in newcomers psyche's. In the past, his words had a rustic value. Each individual syllable grates your ear canal with often pretentious but magical words illustrating Coffin Joe's intentions for life, death, and his revival (sort of) within a perfect child conceived by a perfect woman. In the past, Coffin Joe has been known to torment his beautiful captors with terror games including spiders and snakes. In the present, he would much rather cover them with cheese to insert a rat in their vagina. Yeah, that totally wasn't stolen from American Psycho or anything. To be ridiculously fair, few scenes stand out amongst the garbage. Coffin Joe mating under a torrential rain of blood is quite fascinating and a women sewn inside a pig corpse make up most of the prime scenes of this film.