Well, that was one of the strangest experiences I’ve ever had in a cinema. Never seen a director heckle his own movie before. The guy was drunk and just shouted out “the miracle of life!” every 20 minutes throughout the duration of the film. It was like having a live, shitfaced DVD commentary on.
The Night of the Virgin is a gross-out cherrypopper venereal horror. Funny but at times overlong, it definitely is memorable. Where else in cinema will you see a guy cum all over ultrasound photos of deformed foetuses?