'Island of Sin' is a quite special work of retrograde celluloid nastiness... Now, that would be 'special' in the sense of the film being both spectacularly goofy, and wildly unsavoury in equal doses! This rewardingly ignoble work is the absolute quintessence of muck-headed Mediterranean B-movie madness; as the 'film' is little more than a palsied celluloid skeleton to hang on a veritable cornucopia of egregious acting, delightful amounts of gratuitous nudity, arbitrary acts of sweaty violence, and some monumentally poor attempts at disco dancing! (all the young people here are blessed with all the debased grace and physical coordination of a terminally arthritic chicken recently shorn of its head!) Any two of the latter ingredients is usually enough to keep someone like me watching with full-beam eyes, but having all this scintillatingly sleazoid B-Movie bounty in one intimately insalubrious film is almost too good to be true! Suffocatingly sleazy, generously greasy Grindhouse fare rarely comes any more skin-scintillatingly skewed than Kostas Doukas's scorchingly sinful 'Island of Sin'.
The perfunctory plot is yet another popular riff on the drive-in standard of 'oily degenerate douche-balls who invidiously invade a bourgeois home, and proceed to wreak a fleshy tumult of grimy nastiness!', and, frankly, this is manifested with visceral aplomb via the preternaturally lurid film-making vernacular of Kostas Doukas. The dismal dialogue and performances are uniformly atrocious, merely adding to the hysterical tone, and terrifically tawdry viscerality of this, quite literally insensible work of sublime, solar-hazed depravity. Life is simply far too short NOT to marvel at the scum-baked villainy of Hellenic horrorshow 'Island of Sin' at least once in your B-Movie life!
