The stage direction is vast, the images are impressive, the spectacle is spectacular, the photography sensational. The content is filth, insanity, trash.

Lina [in Seven Beauties] generates her own world of insane, vicious, filthy unreality and palms off her own world to the moral and mental illiterates without number in the Western world as a hot piece of realism, a hot piece of art, a hot morality play.

Lina's shtick scores a number of firsts even in our era of bloody, sordid and raucous entertainment. What is outstanding is her using the victims of Nazism as mere props, background, scenery—extras. No matter how exploitative, and therefore counter-productive, past renditions of the victims of Nazi bestiality may have been, the victims were at least treated seriously, given center stage…. Not so in Seven Beauties. There, quaint corpses hang from meathooks, emaciated prisoners are whipped and brutalized, inmates...