Like so many cheesy horror films, Miss Leslie's Dolls opens with a group of youngsters - Roy, Martha and Lily (Charles Pitts, Kitty Lewis and Marcelle Bichette) - and their uptight teacher, Miss Frost (Terri Juston), experiencing car trouble during a storm and, after setting off on foot, chancing upon an old farmhouse where the owner, Miss Leslie (Salvador Ugarte), invites them to stay until the bad weather subsides. Unperturbed by the fact that their host is clearly a man in a dress (lip-synching badly to a woman's voice), and that 'she' obviously has a few screws loose, the guests remain for the night.
"Miss Leslie's Dolls" follows a young female professor and three of her students who seek shelter at the home of a reclusive, strange woman named Leslie during a torrential storm. Unfortunately, Leslie is an outspoken occultist who collects female corpses with the hopes of transferring her soul into them--and her four guests are in grave danger.
'Miss Leslie's Dolls' - Who WOUDN'T want to play with REAL dolls!' But do take special care when toying with this grimly subversive, fear-flocked feature, splatter-heads, as this previously considered lost grindhouse freak-fest is more dangerously deranged 'Madhouse' than ditsy Dollhouse, a truly hellish, B-Movie bedlam this most scurvy, curve ball of deliciously whacked-out 70s killer-kitsch, mega-mondo-weirdness will get super-freaky with the troubled think sponge inside your noggin, this uncommonly unhinged, ketchup-slinging, celluloid sickie, gleefully twisting your poor noodle into alphabetti-splatter-spaghetti!
Bunch of girls and a guy get stranded in the rain and somehow come upon a desolate house that is unlocked.Inside is Miss Leslie, a six foot tranny with a lust for human sized dolls.
Miss Leslie's Dolls wears its low budget and limited resources on its sleeve and feels like it was cobbled together over a holiday weekend, but there's so much charm and spirit that one can overlook any major flaws and appreciate it for the bizarre freak show that it is.Like in many horror films, a car full of fresh blood breaks down in the middle of nowhere and the inhabitants (in this case, 3 college girls and one guy) find shelter in a spooky house by a graveyard where an eccentric middle aged woman named Miss Leslie lives.
Vintage clothing lovers or those who aspire to be so can find some interest in the costuming of this film. For those looking for um...
Miss Leslie is not like other women. She lives in an isolated house on the edge of a cemetery.
I had the privilege to catch this at a single BFI Southbank screening in London last night. I loved the introduction from Julian Marsh III, who told of how he discovered the last remaining print in his hallway and I loved his recorded telephone conversation with second male lead, Charles W.
