Human Animals (1983) – AKA Animales Racionales
In a post-nuclear apocalypse, two men and one woman wake up speechless in the wasteland, regress to pure savagery, screw each other silly including the dog, and watch paradise go feral.
Eligio Herrero’s 1983 Spanish oddity *Animales racionales* (Human Animals) is a dialogue-free, prog-rock scored post-nuke fever dream from the freewheeling early-’80s “S”-rated softcore wave right after Franco. Two seeming siblings in evening clothes and a leather-jacketed macho type open their eyes in a blasted desert (shot on the Canary Islands’ stark cliffs, rocky shores, crab-swarm beaches and later a lush mountain oasis paradise). They grunt, scavenge, fight off hordes of crabs, build a hut, hunt, make fire—and instantly shed civilization. Jealousy, forced couplings, incestuous groping and full-on bestiality with their German Shepherd companion “Larry” take over as the trio tear each other apart in primal, brutal lust. Herrero’s vision is pure uncommercial art-house exploitation: arty, silent,...
jaw-droppingly weird and unapologetically carnal, capturing that raw Spanish liberated vibe of endless sun-baked isolation turning humans back into animals.
Carole Kirkham, the sole female lead, spends most of the runtime gloriously nude—voluptuous, natural curves, soft skin, that ’80s Mediterranean allure with free-flowing hair and an expression of wide-eyed, half-willing abandon. She submits, resists then melts into the rough sex, ridden from behind on rocks, mouthed by her “brother,” shared and finally claimed by the dog too; the film’s explicitness is severe softcore territory with lingering full-frontal, thrusting, and boundary-pushing animal passion that leaves nothing to the imagination.
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