BA_Harrison Allegedly, one of the best ways to get rid of a human body is to feed it to pigs: they eat everything, including the bones. In Daddy's Deadly Darling, a dozen porkers have been raised with a taste for human flesh by their owner, ex-circus performer Zambrini (Marc Lawrence). When Zambrini hires a mysterious young woman, Lynn (played by Lawrence's daughter Toni), as a waitress in his cafe, he finds an unlikely source of dead bodies for his piggies, for his new employee is actually an escaped patient from an asylum who kills men that remind her of her abusive father.Written and directed by Zambrini himself, actor Marc Lawrence, Daddy's Deadly Darling (AKA Pigs) was intended as a vehicle for his daughter Toni, but failed to launch a successful film career for the actress, who languished in TV land thereafter. Perhaps Marc should have chosen something a little less tawdry for his daughter's debut, since this cheap drive-in horror has all the visual appeal of a grimy exploitation flick and, like a hog, wallows in the unsavoury - mental illness, abusive sex, murder and mutilation.Of course, for fans of tawdry 70s horror, these elements only make the film all the more desirable. Pigs might not be a grindhouse classic, being a little light on the gore and nudity (Toni has a cracking body, but with dad calling the shots, she doesn't go any further than her underwear), but its macabre themes and offbeat execution still make it a treat for those who enjoy quirky 70s oddities. The murders are quite vicious in tone, Lynn slicing off one man's todger (not too graphic... we see blood seeping through bedsheets) and repeatedly stabbing a couple more, although my favourite scene has to be the deranged girl on the phone talking to her imaginary father, a tear rolling down her cheek, Toni Lawrence proving that she's not as bad an actress as her subsequent career path suggests.6.5 out of 10, rounded up to 7 for the final 'WTF?' twist in the tale, in which it appears as though Lynn has turned into a pig.

Leofwine_draca Mainstream character actor Marc Lawrence found himself blacklisted during the '50s and was forced to flee to Europe for a decade. On his return, he found himself producing and directing all kinds of low budget fare including PIGS, his only horror movie. This ultra-bizarre tale was made on a shoestring budget and pairs not one but two psychopathic characters in a very slow moving tale of murder and madness that's pretty predictable. Bizarrely the film fell foul of British censors although I don't really see why. The gore effects that pop up throughout the movie are shoddy and unrealistic with severed body parts oozing bright-red fake blood, although the cockroach running through the grue is pretty artistic and original.Beauty Toni Lawrence (daughter of the director) stars as Lynn, a girl who starts off getting raped by her dad. She murders him in self defence and is carted off to an insane asylum, escaping about five minutes later far too easily. Lawrence goes to live in the country, where she meets would-be suitors and inevitably ends up butchering them when they try to have sex with her or alternatively when she's reminded of her father. The film tries to get inside Lynn's mind and explore her disturbed character, so throughout we're subjected to cheesy childish rhymes and lots of disturbing squealing from the filthy pigs which send her insane. Lawrence isn't bad at all as the lead and is pleasing on the eye to boot.Her new housemate is crazy old Zambrini, played with sleazy relish by the director himself in an excellent little performance. Zambrini goes out grave robbing at night, finding corpses to feed to his beloved pigs. The pigs of the title are actually pretty disturbing, especially when they run around in the dark terrorising people, and the exploitation angle is played for all its worth. Unfortunately the rest of the characters are a bunch of stock clichés, like the dumb sheriff or the asylum guy, and the acting apart from the two leads is appalling. Generally, PIGS is a difficult film to sit through due to the snail-pace story and the poor production values. It's one of those films where everything happens in the dark and you end up with eye strain through trying to watch it. Irritating music and a stupid twist ending adds to the overall effect but PIGS not without charm; it manages to be disturbing and dumb in equal measure whilst the loony tag-team of the central pairing is enjoyable to watch.

vampi1960 pigs or otherwise known as daddy's deadly darling is a weird movie, made in 1972 it depicts a young girl(Toni Lawrence)who escapes an insane asylum after killing her father after she is raped,ends up at the restaurant of an ex circus performer(Marc Lawrence)who feeds people to his pigs.interesting concept flesh eating pigs.Marc Lawrence's real daughter plays Lynn,the attractive but unbalanced escapee.Marc Lawrence who i know from the movies;king of Kong's island,and the monster and the girl(1940's)also produced and directed this odd rarely seen horror picture.i first seen this on Elvira's movie macabre.which was like the early mst3k, but with Elvira and her awesome jokes and one liners.if you like strange movies this is for you,5 out of 10.

lazarillo After a pre-credit sequence which takes a principled stand against childhood sexual abuse by showing an older adult male's hand feeling up the bottom of a voluptuous and very mature-looking "teenager", this movie gets right down to business with it's two chief exploitative elements--sex, of course, and pigs (which is what this movie was originally called). The plot revolves around two psychos--a sexually active young woman (apparently the grown-up version of the "teenager" from the pre-credit sequence) who murders her many male conquests, and her elderly partner-in-crime, a pig farmer who feeds the bodies to his porkers. This movie thus is basically a rural version of Mantis in Lace with the LSD sequences replaced by surreal footage of rampaging pigs. Still it should be admired for its sheer audacity and its bizarre and ludicrous plot (it's totally original if nothing else). It also manages to shoe-horn in one of the most hypocritical feminist themes this side of I Spit on Your Grave. What a bucket of slop!