“Lurid” is an important word to have on hand when describing Bloody Pit of Horror. It may even comprise a kind of terse mission statement on the part of the filmmakers. At least in terms of what they promise, that is, which, unmistakably, is thrills of a dark and unseemly nature. What is actually delivered, on the other hand, tends to be more on the merely naughty side. Forget the opening titles’ claim that the film is “based on the writings of the Marquis De Sade”; this is strictly a burlesque show version of De Sade, with no knowledge of the author required beyond that necessary for making winking cocktail party chatter. In fact, an actual reading of The 120 Days of Sodom might even spoil the fun somewhat. Thus, despite all of the death and defilement that’s so enthusiastically pantomimed throughout the movie, any formal reassurance that no lingerie models were harmed in the course of its filming is wholly unnecessary.