This is not a good/bad movie, this is a genuinely good, intelligent, and cynical deconstruction of the antebellum south. It takes apart every notion of civility and honor among the "gentlemen" and "belles."

Rubbish attempting to strike a bard-like pose.

Southern-fried trash set on a plantation c. 1845, where the young heir (Perry King) is happiest dallying with the slave women, while his father (James Mason) tries to cure rheumatism by putting his feet on a black child. The first hour or so is entertainingly repugnant, but the second half drags badly. Susan George is wretchedly hammy as King's neglected wife; Ken Norton, as the slave Mede, tries to maintain his dignity in these surroundings, but it's a lost cause. Embarrassing for all involved.

Unflinching Southern gothic melodrama, gorgeously filmed with a sweaty, grotesque atmosphere oozing from each frame. Far more than just a "camp classic", this is an anti-Gone with the Wind that isn't afraid to stare the ridiculousness of slavery and racist hysteria straight in the face.

This is basically a big budget exploitation movie about life on a slave plantation in the deep south before the civil war. There's a bunch of soap opera family drama and sexy interracial love triangles, in addition to tons of nudity, torture, and violence. Susan George is excellent as the sweet but poisonous southern belle, and veteran British actor James Mason plays the evil plantation owner.